The God of Love, there he was before my eyes
The God of Love... Love...
How I would love to be as beautiful as he

But in his eyes, I'm not enough

The God of Love, a ray of light into my life

Why would he love a same-old, plain-old mortal wife
When he could have a thousand loves in just one night
How could little me excite the mighty God of Love?


He who makes girls fall for a boy's stupid line
He whose own face emits Elysian shine


He who breathes love
A love so divine!

He brought love to a life
As lonely as mine.
He is love itself

Now I can see!
So, what would he want with me?


If he really loved me, would I then be one of many
Foolish girls to play his game?
Oh I could name a thousand doubts -- this won't work out!

He puts my "experience" to shame.

How could I love the God of Love?

More confusingly: how could the God of Love love me?
How odd a love, bewilders me and always will
How could little me fulfill the thrilling God of Love?


I'm sure he will take just an hour less
To forget about me and move on to the next!


He who breathes love
A love so divine!

He brought love to a life
As lonely as mine.
He is love itself

Now I can see
Why he abandoned me
What would he want with me?