It is for love this love affair is born, for love. It isn't for the reasons they may: Spite, revenge, and, hate? Not a debt that no one could pay? It is for love this love affair, is born for love. It isn't while a soldier's away? Lack of proverbial page? Disrespect, dishonor, dismay? It is for love this love affair, is born for love. And our eyes still touch in time, more than sex this specie kind. We'll make a place & then combine. Not a fear for yourself to acquire? Not a feast full of lust and desire? It's not her eyelash blinking perfect to me? Or variety to change whats plain? To surpass what I know, just to exceed? It is for love this love affair, is born for love. It is for love this love affair, is born for love. Full of mercy, free from fear. We feel the power, yoke, bosom, tear. Overwhelmed under spell. Fully consumed complete traverse. We'll never change, they couldn't know, we've got so much