We search for this thing,
Beautiful and true,
Who knows if you'll find it,
It may not belong to you,
If you're lucky to have it,
Keep it close to your heart,
And pray to God life won't tear you apart.
This thing is called true love,
But does it exist?
Is it real?
It could be a myth.
We fantasize about this thing,
But maybe it only belongs in dreams