Love is not always the same each day,
It changes shape like clouds that drift away.
It smiles, it cries, it sometimes hides from view,
Yet deep inside, its heart is always true.

It’s not a stone that never moves or bends,
It’s like the wind, it twists, it curves, it mends.
But still it stays, though forms may rise and fall
It holds us close, though we may lose it all.

It doesn’t ask for praise or grand reward,
It gives and gives, with no sharp edge or sword.
Unchanging in its deepest, silent part,
Though life may move it, love won’t leave the heart.

So let it change let seasons come and go,
True love remains, more than we’ll ever know.