Love is the thing on my window. With feathers and wings oh, so sure.

Love is the thing in the morning, that wakes me up at the dawn.
Love is the thing in my pocket, I’ll carry around till I die.
Love is the thing on my smile, I’ll never forget his laugh.
Love is the thing on my finger, it glistens and gleams in the sun.
Love is the thing on my shoulder, held strong and steady at once.
Love is the thing in my eyes, that dance as the sun goes by.
Love is the thing on my window, with feathers and wings so sure.
Love is the thing in the evening, as I fall asleep till dawn.


February 16, 2011