If love were made of roses, I'd pick you a bouquet, And keep it fresh and blossoming, With new ones every day. If love were made of sugar, I'd buy a magic box. At every morn it would refill With sweets and candy rocks. But love is more than roses, Or sugar, sweet and light— It’s choosing you a thousand times, In morning, noon, and night. If love were made of verses, I'd write for you a book, Where you would find new poems and songs Every time you'd look. And yet I know that love is made Of sweat and blood and tears. God give me strength to give you more Of ME throughout the years! Through sweat and blood and heartache, Through sunlight, storm, and rain, My love keeps growing deeper— Again, and yet again. ‘Cause love is more than roses, Or sugar, sweet and light— It’s choosing you a thousand times, In morning, noon, and night. Through sweat and blood and heartache, Through sunlight, storm, and rain, My love keeps growing deeper— Again, and yet again.
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