Just saying that "I love you" doesn't
Mean a thing at all
For loving words fly like the birds
When they hear Winter's call.
Love is a thing that proves itself
A thousand times a day
In simple little things you do
And the little things you say.
Love is a thing called scarifice,
A tonic when you're blue.
Love is the joy of doing things for
Someone dear to you.
~Nick Kenny
