Song: It's Love! Poem by Dave SmithWhite

It's love that drives this simple verse,
Of deep emotions: unrehearsed.
Can I survive the ancient curse?
It's love! It's love! It's love!

It's love that keeps the blues at bay,
With prospect dim in a world of grey.
It's love that weeps for my dismay.
It's love! It's love! It's love!

It's love that takes away my breath,
As if I'm crazed on crystal meth.
It's love that shakes my fear of death.
It's love! It's love! It's love!

It's love that reaps the sweet bouquet,
Of jaded lives in sad decay.
It's love that sweeps that gloom away.
It's love! It's love! It's love!

It's love that buoys this man of clay;
Who leaps for joy like an old cliche.
But cheapens none within his sway.
It's love! It's love! It's love!

It's love that turns the skeptic's frown,
Into a smile, from upside down.
It's love that turns the planet round.
It's love! It's love! It's love!

It's love that binds the human race.
Of every kind. In every place.
It's love that shines on every face.
It's love! It's love! It's love!