What is love?
But a fallen star, I dare not grasp...
for fear it may quickly burn.
But the coolest breeze, I dare not call...
for fear it may slightly turn.

What is Love?
But a single rose, I dare not touch...
for fear it may make me bleed.
But a hungered soul, I dare not show...
for fear it may want to feed.

What is love?
But a question I put to you, I dare not ask...
for fear that you will not see
How much I loved but dare not tell...
for fear you do not love me