The place of love is where I want to be

The place of love is where I want to go

The place of love is where I want to breathe

See peoples, it is the song still I’m singing.

And so, the place of love is the reflections of a man—

He was walking one day-

Alone, he found love’s place-

Truly it was a blessing-

It was power.

Ah, the place of love is the impressions on a mind—

Like a beautiful work of art-

A meaningful place in life-

Really, it’s been a typical place to find.

That’s why now I’m saying.. the place of love is that little child by that roadside—

Yes.., that one without a roof, without a home-

That one who’s lived years in pain, that one with no means to fill her belly.

How shall you help?

Oh, the place of love is that little lad that’s been offline—

That one with a borrowed pen-

In a borrowed shirt, in a broken world-

Now, how shall you rescue?

And so, the place of love is as love in a clan—

A land, a lineage, a nation, a family; as joy in a marriage.

Yes, the place of love is as love in a man—

He loves his woman; she loves him back; indeed, their love is of a kind…