Keep hearing how love
Is something should be fought for.
How can that be?
That’s not what love’s for.
Love can tame the wildest beast
Into a gentle giantAnd should do so-
Now THAT’S something.
On the subject of loveI will bury the hatchet
And offer the branch of an olive.
There are many sleeping dogs
Who should be left lying
And many white flags in the air
Could be flying.