Said I many times, love is illusion,
a feeling result of confusion
with knowing smile and blasé sigh,
a cynical so and so, am I.

I feel so sure, so positive,
so utterly unchangeably certain
though I never was aware of loving you
'til suddenly I realised there was love in you and oh...
 [bad word] 
In this world of ordinary people...
extraordinary people,
I'm glad there is you.

In this world of overrated pleasures
and underrated treasures,
I'm glad there is you.

I live to love,
I love to live with you beside me
this role, so new
I'll muddle through with you
if you'll guide me through.

In this world where many, many play at love
and hardly any stay in love,
I'm glad there is you.

More than ever, I'm glad there is you.

Said I many times, love is illusion...