Love

Is it the face of a child?
Is it the thrill of danger?
Is it the kindness we see in the eyes of a stranger?
Is it more than faith?
Is it more than hope?
Is it waiting for us at the end of our rope?

I say, it’s love
I say, it’s love

Is it the one you call home?
Is it the Holy Land?
Is it standing right here holding your hand?
Is it just like the movies?
Is it rice and white lace?
Is it the feeling I get when I wake to your face?

I say, it’s love
I say, it’s love

Is it the first summer storm?
Is it the colors of fall?
Is it having so little and yet having it all?
Is it one in a million?
Is it a chance to belong?
Is it standing right here singing this song?

I say, it’s love I say, it’s love
I say, it’s love I say, it’s love
I say, it’s love I say, it’s love
I say, it’s love I say, it’s love

Is it a veil or a cross?
Is it the poet’s gift?
Is it the face that has launched over thousands of ships?
Is it making you laugh?
Is it making you cry?
Is it where we believe that we go when we die?
Is it how you were made?
Is it your mother’s ghost?
Is it the wish that I’m wishing for your life, for your life, for your life the most?