This strange feeling, it takes you by surprise,
Its unknown, is it cloudy or clear?
Will we know what it is when it starts to rise?
Is love what you see or what you hear?
Is it soul mates designed from first sight?
Or are we in love several times?
We search for it and sometimes we have to fight,
And when it’s lost? Where do we find the signs?
Is love a puzzle, is love a maze?
When all is done and gone, love will remain,
Will we feel it around through every phase?
It’s there through the grief, despair and pain,
What do we look for when it’s not known?
Do we have to search for it alone?