My Love Defined for
My Pretty Lotus
What is love, but an emotion, a feeling that is
so strong and pure,
When nurtured and shared with My Pretty
Lotus, all tests it did endure.
What is love, but a natural force to bring joy
with the mighty blow,
With the strength to shame the mountains
and halt all timely flow.
What is love, but a human triumph, and a
glorious goal attained,
The union of two souls, two hearts, a bond the
angels have ordained.
What is love, but a real champion, to cast the
tyrant from his throne?
And raise the flag of truth and peace and fear
of death over thrown.
What is love, but a special beacon to guide to
the wayward heart,
A blazing light upon the shoals that dash
cherished dreams apart.
What is love for me but it is forever true,
eternal and without fears,
A flame that through wax and wane will
outlive life’s brief years.
Let me now yell on the mountain tops, in all
places high and low,
Love for My Pretty Lotus is my only reason to
be and will never bow.