Take the limb from a tree.
And a part will die.
Take the love from a lover.
And that love will even die.

Every part is needed.
Every part is wanted.
Just to deny one.
Means you're denying the other.

Somethings are meant to forever be shared.
And love is one that needs to be handle with care.

Take the stars from the sky.
Or the glow from the moon.
And darkness will win.
Bringing nothing but gloom.

Somethings are meant to forever be shared.
And love is one that needs to be handle with care.

You can share it.
You can show it.
You can enjoy it.
You can explore it.

Because somethings  are meant forever to be shared.