fool was he, who came to me and put his love in words
for love cannot be in letters or tunes that can be heard
love is in the eye, the sweet tremble of the hand
it is in a stolen glancethat both can understand
Love is not what you say, it is in the way you speak
the way your lips tremble, the way your knees go weak
so if you really love me, if your love is true
there would be no songs to sing, only the words I love you
Love doesn't express itself in the loudest cry, oh no
love is very simple i hear it when you sigh