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 every empty space. Love is a warming place, love is a simple thing. Love is a magic ring, much more fun than mistletoe, gay as a puppet show. Love is the thunder and rain, swift as a soaring plane. Love is a summer moon, gay as a bright balloon, wild as a storm at sea, young as a calliope. Love is a touch of spring, it's as sweet as a first embrace. Love is a special phase, love is a simple, love is a simple thing.