My Love is Real If I made a sound, that only you could hear, would you know how I feel? I will find the words to write you a song; then you’ll know my love is real. Real like a storm rollin’ in on a summer night. Hear the thunder, feel the rain in the fading light. If I told the world how magical you are, words would ring out cross space and time. So I will use the day to capture who you are: build you a statue in beats and rhyme. In the end, you’ll hear what you want to hear; nothing I can say will change your mind. If I sing out of tune, and slightly out of time, at least you’ll know I tried.