Love is sitting when you'd rather walk.
Love is listening when you'd rather talk.
Love is working when you'd rather sleep.
Love is giving when you'd rather keep.

Love is hiding when you'd rather seek.
Love is silence when you'd rather speak.
Love is frowning when you'd rather grin.
Love is losing when you'd rather win.

Love is catching when you'd rather throw.
Love is staying when you'd rather go.
Love is smiling when you'd rather cry.
Love is living when you'd rather die.

Love is when you do what you must
In order to keep another's trust.
It's reaching deep in-side one's self
For something precious, on a shelf
That you've been holding in your soul,
But love consents to let it go.

Love is seen within the eye.
Love is heard from within a cry.
Love is felt through finger-tips.
Love is spoken through careful lips.

Love's description is out of reach.
Love's emotion: We cannot teach.
And those who find it ask not, "Why?"
But simply know, 'twill never die.