Is it really love?
Or just a passing feeling?
Am I not convinced?
A bit uncertain of the feeling?

Is it the way you make me feel?
So warm with joy and laughter...
Or could it be the happiness...
From moments spent together.

The lasting bliss, the kiss I miss,
The sweetest thoughts without a touch...
The heart that hurts and bears a scar...
Thinking how far you are.

You're on my mind most of the day...
And at night I go to bed and pray...
An angel soft and gentle as you,
Would make my sweetest dreams come true.

Wishing you were here...
To love, hold, and care.
Wishing I had you with me...
To cherish and to stare.

Into your soft and beautiful eyes,
As we both travel to the skies...
And mingle with the stars above,
But is it really love?