To call something pure, to call something divine,
Is what I call the love that is mine.
The love that make me dream,
The love that makes me mad,
The love that makes me cry,
Is the love that is mine for thy.
It's a lot of caring and a lot of devotion,
A lot of sighs and an awful lot of emotion.
But is that enough?
I wonder why people lose,
Why they fall and why, if ever, they rise again,
To have a fall again and again!
They run after something that's nothing but a mirage
And brave the odds with patience and courage.
And at the end of it all,
All they achieve is nothing but a fall...
