Love, a word of a thousand meanings 
For a thousand cosmic crafts
From my heart's yearnings to greed's gold earnings 
And blissful mem'ries long past. 
Delights of tongue, stomach, mind 
And wonders beheld by the eye 
A mother's embrace, a beautiful face 
And the evening's pink clouds in the sky. 
 
My soulful bliss, my sense of wonder 
Beholds my woman's eyes of ember
The purrs of a cat, warm on my lap
And melancholic chats with forgotten friends.
Faces remembered, experiences to come 
An ancient song, eternally sung 
A thousand emotions, but only one word 
For a thousand delights in our lonely world. 

I often ponder upon those four letters
For if Love is a thousand, does it all matter?
If we love so much, then what remains?
Has a thousand emotions left our Love drained?
So then once more, I look at the world
And look for the meaning of this ellusive word
And there lies the red thread of fate 'tween it all
And unity sings an angelic call.

Now I hear that ancient song once again
Echoing a neverending refrain
A thousand emotions, and one lovely word
For all that's delightful in every world.