What is love, but an emotion, so strong and so pure,That nurtured and shared
with another all tests it will endure? What is love, but a force to bring the mighty
low,With the strength to shame the mountains and halt time’s ceaseless flow?
What is love, but a triumph, a glorious goal attained, the union of two souls, two
What is love, but a triumph, a glorious goal attained, the union of two souls, two
hearts a bond the angels have ordained? What is love, but a champion, to cast
the tyrant from his throne, and raise the flag of truth and peace, and fear of death o’erthrow?
What is love, but a beacon, to guide the wayward heart, a blazing light upon the
What is love, but a beacon, to guide the wayward heart, a blazing light upon the
shoals that dash cherished dreams apart? And what is love, but forever, eternal
and sincere, a flame that through wax and wane will outlive life’s brief years?
So I’ll tell it on the mountaintops, in all places high and low, that love for you is my
So I’ll tell it on the mountaintops, in all places high and low, that love for you is my
reason to be, and will never break or bow...
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