Even this late it happens in ones life the coming of love the coming of light Just like being in Paradise You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves Love is a gift and a thrill The stars gather around into dreams pour into your pillows When I see you smile I hope it was me that made You smile in your dream You''re smile looked so sweet Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrowβs dust flares into breath of another Love is a gift that never withers . because love was made from God He is love .