THIS THING CALLED LOVE

This Thing Called Love, a mystery so deep,
A feeling that makes the heart leap.
It's an echo in the wind, a soft morning glow,
An eternal river that continues to flow.

It's in the laughter that fills the air,
In the sorrow, in the moments we share.
It's as vast as the sea, as high as the dove,
Oh, the complexity of this thing called love.

It's in the silence of the night,
In the early morning light.
It's in every hello and every goodbye,
In every truth, in every lie.

It's a melody that plays in the heart,
A masterpiece, a work of art.
It's a journey, a path we trod,
This thing called love, a gift from God.

It's a whisper in the breeze,
A comfort in life's unease.
It's the strength when we're weak, the push and the shove,
The essence of life, this thing called love.