Love is no fickle thing

At least not mine for you

It could shine through a thousand clouds

Through mighty storms, untold but true

Love is no fickle thing

Not capricious but divine

It does not wait for another’s bait

But hides and bides its time

Love is no fickle thing

But sometimes it is jealous

It hopes and prays to be seen someday

But knows it is the one that must tell us

Love is no fickle thing

It has told me so itself

I did not know, not why, not how

But I know it nonetheless

So now I know, I write to you

In hopes you will reply

Because, one day I saw you say

That it was Love which was our guide