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Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm

It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm

In those times of trouble, when you are most alone

The memory of love will bring you home

Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door

It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more

And even if you lose yourself, and don't know what to do

The memory of love will see you through

Love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel

For some a way of living, for some a way to feel

And some say love is holding on, some say letting go,

Some say love is everything, some say they don't know

Perhaps love is like an ocean, full of comfort, full of pain

Like a fire when it's cold outside, or thunder when it rains

If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true

My memories of love will be of you...

(John Denver)