Love is a Word that Flying Up High

Love, you can feel but you can't touch it,
Love is a word that flying up high to paradise,
It cross over a wide ocean only to find your heart,
While the sun showing its best smile,
"Sing with me", the clouds tell to the rains,
It will remove your burden away in love,
Whenever love was only a word that pleases,
Either it derived from a word only "to take",
Where could I found mine ?
If there's rains every where,
Dearest time, come back to me,
Am I not pleasing you in the name of love ?
For I have nothing left, only a love inside.