Is It Love?

Is it love, I wonder, if I can't live
without a moment of your grace...
or I wake up everyday
hoping just to see your face?

Is it love, I wonder, if I exist
to live to hear your sweetest words
that to my ears are melodies
sung truer than the morning birds?

Is it love, I wonder, if i dream
every night about your touch?
Is it right to truly say
that I love you just that much?

Was it love, I wonder, when we first met
underneath my umbrella in that rain?
To think that I would fall in love
and never come to know your name...