Everybody in the world talks of love,
It's a common thing as Daisies,
But who have seen love?
Mother kissing a child in her arm,
Is merely an expression of love,
It's an elevated thought,
A sense sub line,
Thought supply,
Unborrowed from the eye,
Thousand to do,
Hundred things to wait for,
The noise of the house is dieing down,
The day is coming, the day no longer opens.
