Something on love...

I'm the grass that grows on a weary path
And shields the lonely traveller's feet;
I bathe in the dew, and bask in the sun
Until my doom in death I meet.

I 'm the cool little brook that flows on 'n' on
And satisfies the thirsty deer;
I live alone to support that life
And I do it without any fear.

I'm the white dove that adorns the sky
Bringing hope to one and all
I'm the support people look for
I'm the arrow, unstopped by any wall.

I'm the strength
That can squeeze out water from any stone
I'm love,
But for me, all are alone.