"Could This Be Love?"
And in there all my sorrows swing
A to and fro motion from things.
This placid land that I once dwelled
Now appears as a fairy tale.
All the things around colored blue
Show many diff'rent shades and hues.
Is my mind flying high above?
Maybe, perhaps, could this be love?
A reflection of you and me
On the clear river that I see.
I turned to my side to find out
That these are all illusive doubts.
Left alone to solve this puzzle
And to go through so much trouble,
Yet my heart's as light as a dove's.
The question stands, "Could this be love?"
