Stories of real love I was told and untold
As my singlehood inevitably grew old
Stories of real love filled my mind
Untold and old stories of love of which I’ve never seen its kind
Then one day
Real love was never need to say
When I saw her near
Stories of real love I needed not to hear
Her sight
In my heart was delight
Singlehood and stories of real love depart
For the first time a strange kind of love filled my heart
My whole world she was worth
Her kind extinct from earth
For the first time real love was us
The stories of real love we sang its chorus
Stories of real love I was told and untold
As our love inevitably grew old
From that moment real love I breathe
Untold stories and old stories of love of which I’ve never seen its kind witnessed its death
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