I quietly cautiously care Touch a butterfly’s wings, I won’t dare So I turn to the bees and the flowers and Sun and fresh air As a bee spreading life does its part Distributing love is an art As is accepting it, but I'm busy guarding my heart Love as a verb, it takes effort, it does Some people make it look so effortless But I don’t believe for a second that they’re not afraid So I wait, to discover Whatever it is that compels them to do it anyway I might be running late Becoming impatient to understand What compels thеm to do it anyway Love is a limitless light like thе Sun We won’t run out, we won’t ever be done And love isn’t meant to be bartered or fought for or won I’ve read the stories And I’ve seen the shows I’ve watched it happen, I know how it goes I’ve felt the feeling And I’ve learned the lessons It’s not an obsession, possession, transgression Repression’s oppression when love’s an expression Either end of profession’s no cure for depression I’ve got a confession, confusion continues to grow How the hell does anyone really know While we wait, to discover Whatever it is that compels them to do it anyway We might be running late Becoming impatient to understand What compels them to do it anyway Avoiding new love, it takes effort, it does Sometimes I tell myself it’s effortless But I don’t believe for a second that I'm not afraid I'm quietly cautiously there Leave it all up to wind I won’t dare Can I learn from the bees And the flowers and Sun and fresh air?