Love doesn't exist - it's just a fallacy,
An image we create
When we want to feel special.
We create the perfect mate,
The perfect feeling,
The perfect moment.
All we want is to feel
Someone's arms around us;
The soft feeling of their fingers
Running through our hair,
Across our skin;
Their tender lips pressed against ours,
Locked in a passionate embrace...
Love is just a fallacy.
Oh, but the fantasy.
Why can't we live in our perfect world
We have created,
Walking hand-in-hand
With our perfect mate?
