What is love to a flower?
Sitting so pretty on her stalk
She prides in forcing us to gawk
At her delightful power

What is love to a bird?
She sings a song so pure and sweet
That we are swept clear off our feet
At the mere thought of what we've heard

What is love to the stars?
They shine the light of million lives
That wink right back, and look so far
At what allows them to survive

But what is love to one as I?
To match such beauty I can but try
And stopping short along the way
These words of love, to you I say