What is love, if not your eyes,
A spark that brightens darkened skies?
In every glance, a story told,
A warmth that melts the coldest hold.

Why does your smile, so pure, so true,
Make all the world seem bright and new?
In your quiet strength, I find my place,
A gentle power in your embrace.

What is beauty, if not your soul,
A heart so kind,...