Far away it seems as he chases it day by day
Gone with the wind, cannot find a way
It seems to him, as his life unwinds
Love is but a waste of time
Is it true? Can it be?
Only one who's not of love can see
I'm almost certain that when he does find it
He'll be lost and completely blinded
Lost by love, blinded by the facts
When his mind, body, and soul can relax
Nothing is more powerful than love itself
Not fame, not people, not even wealth
When he experience it, he can just about guess
He has come across love, and is truly blessed