Love

It’s strange the way the waters drift and for the moon they wane
It’s strange the way the land recedes and of the sun the same
It’s strange the way the treetops bare when winter time comes ‘round
It’s strange and so are many things, so strange when love is found

It’s funny when you see the light you never saw before
And funnier to wait for dark indulging to the core
And funny still to watch the lands at how they live and die
It’s funny, so are many things when love is at your side

It’s new and strange and funny but it’s there and undenied
It’s new, it never ages, for a love cannot subside
It’s new, but not rejected; it’s a feeling, not a sound
It’s new, but so are many things when one has love around