Love comes but once, I think With all its splendor and noble beings A gift of God from heaven above Touched by cupid, the angel of love Transporting to infinity Love is what we perceive it to be Not the end of freedom you see Grace is strength to make Life better for those who take The plunge to love humanity With its faults and frailty Obstructions of daily care We venture if we dare To take the chance to make it grow Turn a weed . . . into a rose
