Love is a miracle,
as sweet as it can be…
That has always tempered many minds,
and will always remain a complete mystery…

For though it is a something,
that is worth centuries old…
Thriving in the core of heart,
that can't be purchased for either silver or gold…

But instead must be given,
of one's own free will…
And received with no promises,
but love that it must fulfill…

And once its exchanged,
in this time honored way…
there's nothing love can't,
or manage to say…

No problems too great,
and no problems too small…
For love like miracle,
conquer them all…

And leaves in their place
such a feeling called peace…
that low just like love,
can't help but increase…
manauwer