I can tell you anything, my friend

Except how I feel about you

′Cause I know you don't return itThough ain′t it obvious, my friend?

I'm not myself around you

But I like who I am turning into

Because I've been mi-ssing parts of me

But when I′m with you

I feel put back together

And I know I shouldn′t say it

But baby

Why don't you see it?

Is this not love?

Is this not love that I feel for you?

Do you feel it too?

Is this not love?

Is this not love that we′re feeling?

Is this not love?

Once more, Cesario

Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty

Tell her my love

But if she cannot love you, sir—

I cannot be so answered

Oh, I'm despondence

Dressed like confidence

A lamb in lion′s clothes

I wanna hold you so bad

And I'm not the one you chose

But sometimes

Your eyes catch mine

And I dare think it

Oh, I think you know it

Is this not love?

Is this not love that I feel for you?

Do you feel it too?

Is this not love?

Is this not love that we′re feeling?

Is this not love?

Say that some lady, as perhaps there is

Hath for your love as great a pang of heart

As you have for Olivia

You cannot love her, you tell her so

Must she not then be answered?

Make no compare between that love a woman can bare me

And that I owe Olivia

Aye, but I know—

What dost thou know?

Too well what love women to men may owe!

In faith, they are as true of heart as we

My father had a daughter loved a man

As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman

I should your Lordship

And what's her history?

She never told her love

She pined in thought

And with a green and yellow melancholy

She sat like Patience on a monument

Smiling at grief

Was not this love indeed?

But died thy sister of her love, my boy?

I know not

Will I die with-out saying a thing?

Will I wait here for years silently?

Or will I risk it all?

Lay bare my heart

And say it, baby

I gotta say it, baby

Is this not love?

Is this not love that I feel for you?

Oh, I know you feel it too

Is this not love?

Is this not love that we're feeling?

We′re feeling, I know we′re feeling it, yeah

But is this not love?

Is this not love?

Is this not love?

Is this not—

Sir, shall I to this lady?

To her in haste

Give her this jewel

There's for thy pains

No pains, Sir

I take pleasure in it