If love's the only air that we breathe, my dear,
No gasping struggle, no consuming fear.
It fills our lungs, a sweetness light and pure,
Invigorating life, forevermore.

In whispered sighs and laughter's joyful sound,
Love's oxygen sustains, on sacred ground.
A gentle breeze, it lifts us when we fall,
And carries dreams beyond the castle wall.

No other breath is needed, can compare,
Love's air sustains us, a love we share.
Still, I believe
If love is the only air that we breathe