What shall I compare your love with oh Lord?
What analogy do I pick to speak of perfection?
Should I pick the love of a man and woman; Romeo and Juliet?
Intense and beautiful, young love.
Nay, for even that fades and is never everlasting.
Better still, I pick the love of a mother
Tender and caring, always thinking of her child
The baby knows no better human
But time tells the story differently
And history proves this too imperfect.
I bet there is no comparison
A case example, none I find
In an imperfect world, I sure cannot find anything closer.
And so I am convinced without a doubt,
Your love is indescribable.
How dare I even think of comparing?
For you tell me that you are love
And none is even capable of loving outside of you
Your love stands out and men can only tap from you
For God is love.