Language Of Love

A walk about the city
Is all that you will prize,
When striding through Paris,
Staring into your lover's eyes,
The word is "amore."
When an elephant carries you to the market,
And you barter for clothes of beads and silk,
When you can get a ride from a horse
To a farm to drink India's milk,
The word is "pyar."
When you stroll through the city,
Visiting castles and churches galore,
The sweet smell of pretzels and bratwurst,
And the display of German stars,
The word is "liebe."
No matter where you go,
It could be that home is the best,
And though romance is all around,
We find it here in the U.S.
The word is "love."