Love is a rose that's in full bloom,
When your man walks into the room;
Love is a tear that's shed one day,
When your man must go away.

Love is a cry of sheer delight,
When he comes home again that night;
Love is an ache deep in your heart,
When something hurts him from the start.

Love is a feeling of being lonely,
When he is gone for one day only;
Love is giving throughout your day,
At every chance, in every way.

Love is forgiving when he does wrong,
And standing by him when days are long;
Love is laying beside him at night,
So you can protect him from all fright.

Love is knowing when he's happy and glad,
Laughing and smiling even though you're sad;
Love is a feeling of security,
When you know it's right and so is he.

~ Sandra Oidtman ~