It must have been love . . . . . .

I'll take the words from Pers and make them greater,
a bit like inevitability which became sooner or later;
'Lay a whisper on my pillow,' is like a masterpiece,
we all have our problems but when will they cease?

'Touch me now, I close my eyes and dream away,'
we know that the compulsion is with us every day;
'I've turned to water like a teardrop in your palm,'
we would always wish that you never come to harm. 

'It's where the wind blows and all that water flows,'
who's to say, who's to know whatever way love goes;
'It's all that I wanted, now I'm being without,' they say that
when you think about it there was no shadow of doubt.

So now you know - think when next time you make a vow,
because 'It must have been love but I lost it somehow.'