Labour of Love

	You don't remember all the things I've done;
	you never catch the careful words I choose;
	your present will not admit my patient efforts...
	it's a labour of love I offer to you.
	Unselfishness, does that hold the space between us?
	A helplessness, a nothing-left-to-prove?
	A silence more eloquent than any passion?
	It's a labour of love I offer to you...
	It's a labour of love.
	It's a gift of love.
	Take this hand and you will hold its stories;
	beat, the heart, and find the tell-tale truth;
	take this gift: – receipt will give it value.
	It's a labour of love I offer to you,
	it's a labour of love.
	It's a gift of love.

	You don' t remember all the things I' ve done
	you never catch the careful words I choose
	your present will not admit my patient efforts...
	it' s a labour of love I offer to you.
	Unselfishness, does that hold the space between us?
	A helplessness, a nothinglefttoprove?
	A silence more eloquent than any passion?
	It' s a labour of love I offer to you...
	It' s a labour of love.
	It' s a gift of love.
	Take this hand and you will hold its stories
	beat, the heart, and find the telltale truth
	take this gift: receipt will give it value.
	It' s a labour of love I offer to you,
	it' s a labour of love.
	It' s a gift of love.