Because of love 

When the flame is lit
Under the pot
When the beer is cold and the soup is hot
It is for love

When the kettle is boiled
And the garden is dug
When the stain is scrubbed from a favourite mug
It is for love

When, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?
Rings in your ears
When the hot, shrill almost voice drives you to tears
It is for love.

When the hands that held you
Are covered in skin
That is spotted with age and blue-tissue thin

When the hands that held you
Are no longer young
And you reach back to hold them, as once they had done

It is for love

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