Verse 1
Love can’t be contrived,
no blueprint, no scheme,
It won’t kneel to the hammer
or bow to the scream.
You can’t beat it to shape
with a heavy old cudgel,
can’t squeeze it like toothpaste
from some plastic juggle.

Verse 2
It slips through the fingers
that clutch it too tight,
dies in the fist
that would own it outright.
But open your hands
and it floods like a river,
wild, warm, and endless—
a giver, not giver.

Chorus
Love flows boundless,
a river unending,
carving the canyon
where hearts are bending.
Those who hold it gently
never run dry,
for love grows deeper
the more we let it fly.

Verse 3
Pour it like wine
to the ones standing near,
watch the cup overflow
year after year.
It feeds every thirst
and still rises higher—
the more that you share it,
the brighter the fire.

Chorus
Love flows boundless,
a river unending,
carving the canyon
where hearts are bending.
Those who hold it gently
never run dry,
for love grows deeper
the more we let it fly.

Outro (soft repeat)
Love grows deeper…
the more it is shared.