She sits and sobs, brokenhearted.
Between gasps, she uttered these halting words.
"The Love is Gone."

He knew she was giving herself to someone else.
Dozens of roses and boxes of chocolates had not changed her mind.
"The Love is Gone."

The Minister turned to the tortured faces of the parents.
How can he explain the son who had burned their home?
"The Love is Gone."

Love is that powerful force that drives us to action,
Whether for Good or for Evil

Do we not all say, "Love is Forever?"
But where does Love go, when Love is Gone?

Is there a great lake of abandoned love?
Then let me dive into it.

Is it gathered up in the sky as in a gigantic cloud?
Then let it rain on me.

Love seems so difficult for some people to hold onto.
If I had Love, I would put handles on it.