Poets write fancy things about love But they don't have no call Love is like birth or death or taxes Love just is, that's all Love is a simple thing, love is a silver ring Shiny as a ribbon bow, soft as a quiet snow Love is a nursery rhyme, old as the tick of time Love is so many things, bright as an angel's wings Gentle as the morning light, long as a winter night Love makes an old heart sing And it fills ev'ry empty space, love is a warming place Love is a simple thing Love is a summer moon, gay as a big balloon Wild as a storm at sea, young as a calliope Love is a touch of spring Love is a simple thing