Perhaps, love is like a resting place, A shelter from the storm.
It exists to give you comfort, It is there to keep you warm.
And in those times of trouble, The memory of love will bring you home
Perhaps, love is like a window, Perhaps, an open door.
It invites you to come closer. It wants to show you more.
And even if you lose yourself, And don't know what to do,
The memory of love will see you through.
Oh, love to some is like a cloud, Some, as strong as steel.
For some a way of living, For some a way to feel.
And some say love is holding on, And some say letting go.
And some say love is everything, Some say they don't know.
Perhaps, love is like the ocean, Full of conflict, full of pain.
Like a fire, when it's cold outside, Thunder when it rains.
If I should live forever, And all my dreams come true,
My memories of love will be of you. |