More than love

I would've asked, when I die for love,
Who will now enjoy the love?.
Because I love to be loved and love.
I don't want to die, but I want to love.

Love is when your life worth it,
And not just to gain the profit.

There is no love without sacrifice.
But man loves without sacrifice.

His Love is most expensive, but priceless.
His Love is colourful but fadeless.

He came and loved us than Himself.
Who paid for our misdeed with Himself.

On the cross, on the cross,He paid,
With His blood, He pay the unpaid.

You're just the origin of love,
You love what no one dare to love.
And all your doing is love and to love,
Because you're more than love.

-Warri Stanley