Allez, c'est le temps. Prise 473. C'est bon. Take one. Thank you. You don't know what love is Until you've learned the meaning of the blues Until you've loved a love you've had to lose You don't know what love is You don't know how lips burn Until you've kissed and had to be the crust Until you've flipped your heart and you have lost You don't know what love is You don't know how a lost heart feels Just the thought of reminiscing And how lips that taste of tears They lose their taste for kissing How could you know how heart burns For love that cannot live yet, never dies I told you faced each dawn with sleepless eyes You don't know what love is Thank you. How could you know how heart burns For love that cannot live yet never dies Until you've faced each dawn with sleepless eyes You don't know Why Love it