What the English language truly lacks
Is all the words for love
A mother, a brother, a friend or a lover
We love different from one another.

So when I look deep down inside
And see this great love burning bright
How can I take the risk to tell you
And then find that the kind is not right?

If mine is not of the same kin
As the one that burns within you
How could I, for my own gain,
Risk doing that harm to you?