Love is old - to some its new -
But love is here to stay.
It is not love unless its true
And should always be that way.
If someone took all the love away
The world would grow all dark
And lovers would drift their separate ways
Leaving echoes in the empty park.
If war machines were built to last
In the end the world would die.
But love will never be in the past
And only lovers know the reason why.
No-one knows or can even say
The reason it has to be.
Believe that it was meant this way
For love is you and me.