Love is a thing   An invisible thing   That is real in the arms of a lover   And in the next verse I’ll elaborate more   For now, how I will yearn      Now to that thing   That invisible thing   That is real in the hearts of all lovers      I tell you I’m on the search for something more   I can’t find the reasons, the cure nor the cause   I’ve made some mistakes and I’ll make them again      But I believe we’d make love like the weather   Sometimes we’d be rough, sometimes calm   At first I’m a skeptic but can be believer if nobody   Makes love like we do.   Oh what a ruse.