what is love
without the giving,
without love
you're only living
an imitation,
an imitation,
of life.
skies above
in flaming color
without love
they're so much duller,
a false creation
an imitation
of life.
would the song of a lark
sound half as sweet
would the moon be as bright above.
every day would be grey
and incomplete
without the one
you love.
lips that Kiss
can tell you clearly
without this
our lives are merely
an imitation
an imitation
of life.
without the giving,
without love
you're only living
an imitation,
an imitation,
of life.
skies above
in flaming color
without love
they're so much duller,
a false creation
an imitation
of life.
would the song of a lark
sound half as sweet
would the moon be as bright above.
every day would be grey
and incomplete
without the one
you love.
lips that Kiss
can tell you clearly
without this
our lives are merely
an imitation
an imitation
of life.