Said I, many times, love is illusion,
A feeling result of confusion.
With knowing smile, and blazing sigh,
A cynical so-and-so was i.
I felt so sure, so positive,
So utterly, unchangingly certain.
But I never was aware of love and you,
And suddenly I realized
There was love and you,
And I, and i.
In this world of ordinary people
Extraordinary people
I