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Well, if this isn't love . . .

 

Then why does the world seem to wear a warm glow

     Like the sun on a long sandy beach -

Or like thousands of stars that shine out in the sky

     Or the glow on the skin of a peach?

 

Then why, when the telephone shrills with its ring,

     Does my heart seem to jump in my chest?

And why, when I know I'll be seeing you soon,

     Do I try to look just at my best?

 

Then why can I never stop thinking of you,

     For my world is on fire inside -

And I boast to my friends of the way that I feel

     As I mention your name with some pride?

 

Then why, when we meet does my world seem to stop,

     With the two of us drifting in space?

And what more do I crave from the world where we live

     Than to happily gaze at your face?

 

So if this is the way that I feel then I know

     That I've fallen in love, that's for sure -

And if this isn't love, well tell me what is,

     For there's nothing on earth I crave more.

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