Said I many times, love is illusion, A feeling result of confusion, With knowing smile, and blas sigh, A cynical so and so, am I. I feel so sure, so positive, So utterly unchangeably-certain, Though I never was aware of loving you, 'Til I suddenly realised there was love in you. And, oh. In this world of ordinary people, extraordinary people, I'm glad there is you. In this world of overrated pleasures, and underrated treasures, I'm glad there is you. I live to love, I love to live with you beside me. This role, so new. I'll muddle through with you, if you'll guide me through. In this world where many, many play at love, And hardly any stay in love, I'm glad there is you. More than ever, I'm glad there is you. Said i many times, love is illusion...