What does love look like?
Did you once believe that it was romance?
Did you once believe it was only for the lucky or the beautiful?
Did you once believe it was a momentary bliss?
If all of life comes down to love
Then love has to be more than sentiment
More than selfishness and selfish gain
Then He looked at me
I could not escape those beautiful eyes
And I began to weep and weep and weep...
He had his arms wide open, a heart exposed
Arms wide open; He was bleeding, bleeding
Love's definition was looking at me.
Powerful Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2ZCIp0HiRo
