Love is something that binds and it holds,
tying together two as a whole.
It's something that helps you find joy in the rain,
acts as a cushion when life sends you pain.
It's love that forgets he tracked mud on the floor,
but love that remembers to go to the door,
to welcome her hard-working husband, who
feels tired, dirty, hungry, and blue.
He comes in the house, looks in her eyes