Nothing but Love

What blessings are counted when I feel such joy?
What hopes are amounted when love I employ?
The desire, so strong, can be no wrong,
As one sings a song for who they adore.
Peace brought upon me for what I see,
For what love must be and cannot ignore.
What desire to hold her with such affection?
What feeling, as it were, holds true perfection?

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing, but love.