Our love is too real to be true
Our love be too true to construe
Unreal quite, we endear superstition
Surreal, something sembling apparition.
Not a love the like exists
To search would be to persist
’round fool’s paradise In wakeful enchantment.
No love the like exists under the firmament.
Wow! Wow!! Wow!!!
If we but learn to feel and love,
If we but earn to feel and love,
Verily will no’ther love like ours exist;
In fools paradise need we not linger and persist.