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
