Some Call It Love

Everybody knows. Everybody's talkin' 'bout it.
Everybody feels it in a different way.
Some call it love. Some call it happiness.
Some call it heaven now; but, who's to say.

A glance. A wink. A warm embrace.
A touch. A kiss. A soft caress.
A look exchanged. A sweet romance.
A heart. A flame impassioned by the dance.

Everybody knows. Everybody's talkin' 'bout it.
Everybody feels it in a different way.
Some call it love. Some call it happiness.
Some call it heaven now; but, who's to say.

A dance. A song. A touch of tenderness
A want. Desire. Completeness.
Words unsaid. Unconditional.
The loving arms of two connected souls.

Everybody knows. Everybody's talkin' 'bout it.
Everybody feels it in a different way.
Some call it love. Some call it happiness.
Some call it heaven now; but, who's to say.

A dance of angels on a misty morn.
The timeless entry of love reborn.
Hearts that beat in synchronicity.
The sweet surrender to raptures' destiny.

Everybody knows. Everybody's talkin' 'bout it.
Everybody sees it in a different way.
Some call it love. Some call it happiness.
Some call it heaven now; but, who's to say.

Copyright © 1995 by Elaine Dempsey
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Peace it Together Press, 415 / 389-0211


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