I wonder quite frankly does love truly exist.
One may as well try to grab a hold of the mist.
Flames of passion, and the breaking of hearts,
Burns peoples souls and keeps them apart,
I am sure love exists somewhere in time,
One born of fairy tales and rhymes.
Where efforts are shared and built into dreams,
And happiness flows like golden sunbeams.
Out there somewhere beyond reason and doubt,
Is a love that makes you stand up and shout.
I am sure of this; I tell you it is true,
Because that is what I have, right here with you.