Love doesn't come softly
It comes out of now
It comes and stays a season
And then it turns bitter
Love is a season
Just like all the rest
And at its worst
If you can adore
It is a bittersweet sympathy
Love doesn't cost money
It's absolutely free
If given correctly
Love doesn't boast
There's no need for Bragg's
For if love is there it's a device on its own
Love holds no animosity
It is free Just like the wind
True love is passion
In a passion will never die
If I love thee I love the openly and fully
