There is a word - it rhymes with "dove,"
And from beneath will rise above;
It's one of beauty and of splendor
Its meaning ringing true forever.
It will not force, it won't impose
It's gentle as a soft pink rose;
It's first your friend, then moves from there
As sweet aroma in the air.
Though in the air it won't stay long,
For it will sing another song -
It runs from mind and flows to heart,
'Til deep within you, it's a part.
When shaken you'll be, it wavers ne'er -
The attribute "patience" is its most fair,
It knows just when you need a friend,
And holds you 'til the very end.
It wants you when no others would
And from you brings out all your good;
It smiles and says, "You're beautiful,"
And tells you that you're valuable.
It's with you for better or for worse,
Through the blessing or the curse;
And in the shadows or sunshine,
It reassures, gives peace of mind.
Though it can't compare to the Father's,
It's unique and unlike any other's.
This word that I am speaking of
Is the never-failing word "Love."
