There lies life inside this vein.
Strip away my struggle and pain
Until only the beauty will remain
They call it love.

I wondered how to express
This burning feeling in my chest.
That was with me without rest
I am sure it came from above.

When we don’t talk I will miss you.
I think the beauty has just grew.
I hope you feel as I do.
I am the hand to your glove.

Because in this life we all need a cover.
On it I am willing to play the role of lover.
Because I know that we need each other.
I know what they call it but do you call it love?