Four birds in the park walking.
Two couples on the bench talking.
One couple young the other is old.
That's how love can be I'm told.
A squirrel jumping from the tree.
Just showing off that he's free.
Children are playing on the slide.
Father and son a horseyback ride.
I dream about this thing called love.
It does warm my heart like a glove.
It embraces and it does soothe.
It makes the rocky road so smooth.