Are you a dream,I cannot tell. 

I’ve fallen asleep beneath your spell

that I cannot break 

or hope to dispel.

Am I truly awake 

or are you a dream, I cannot tell. 

 

A fruitless thing to reminisce,

How foolish that I wonder this!
Foolish it is indeed I know

but it seems I cannot dismiss

you from my dreams and so 

now I ponder this.

 

I think I love you, I cannot tell. 

Is love supposed to feel like hell? 

It is what I dream of: 

why the angels fell, 

how the heavens move, 

the author of each ocean swell.

 

I think I love you, I cannot tell.

It seems I don’t know love that well.

When we kiss

Or say farewell, 

I am left only this;

I think I love you, I cannot tell.