True Love

Through the eyes of the unknowing

Through the ears of the naive

A vision, a whisper

A feeling so deep

It cannot be seen

For it has no shape

It cannot be heard

For it makes no sound

It cannot be felt

For it has not a form

It makes a stong man weak

And a weak man strong

You'll laugh, you'll cry

You won't even know why

But for all it has not

And for all that it does

You'll only understand it

When you're truly in love