Album: Sons and Daughters
True love is
Not often
Crisp roses chosen by a worthy suitor
More likely
Like chocolate
Much sweetness folded in a melt of bitter
How can we say that God has cheated us
When this crush of grief is proof that we have loved
We believe in love
We believe in love
We believe in love still
We believe in love
We believe in love
We believe and will until still comes
You must try and navigate these swelling seas
Your mom and I will stand up on the bow and sing
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