Can it be real? Can it be love?
Every time you tell me you love me, my eyes fill up with the element of tears.
Is it tears of joy? or is it the tears from fear...fear of being away from you.
Is it love?
When your gone...
I can feel you holding me close, ever so tight.
i hear you whisper my name.
i have this feeling deep inside that this is right.
all you do is make me feel tamed.
Is it love?
Let's runaway, to some where only we know,
up ahead, our secret path will glow.
and to adore you.
Is it love?
My soul was yet filled with empty thickness until you came along,
you filled my soul with nothing but bliss.
Everything about is why I'd love you.
All your freedom comes naturally in which i could possibly envy you.
Is it love?
Yes.
Baby it's fact,
and that is that.