Sex is the Devil of love,
making love is an Angel of love.
She never wanted romance,
all she wanted were dirty words.
She didn’t care at all,
while everyone else cared about her.
You almost believed in us,
I almost believed in eternity.
We almost made love with fire,
fire in our eyes, fire in our
souls, and even in our bones.
She could catch my every thought,
without asking me anything.
I believed that I belong there,
I never wanted to walk away.
It must have been love,
the way we met.
It must have been love,
the way we looked at each other.
It must have been love,
the way you ran into my arms.
