I can't tell you anything, my friend Except how I feel about you Cause I know you don't return it Though ain't it obvious, my friend I'm not myself around you But I like who I am turning into Cause I've been missing 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 it to Jansen, sovereign cruelty Tell her my love But if she cannot love you, sir I cannot be so answered Oh, I'm despondent, dressed like Congress 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 to 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 Have 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 bear me And that I owe Olivia Ay, 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 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? That died thy sister of her love, my boy? I know not Will I die without saying a thing? Will I wait here for a kiss on the knee? Or will I risk it all? Baby, am I hurt? Say it, baby Oh, 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, feeling I know we're feeling it, yeah 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 My pains, sir I take pleasure in it