About the Song

In the realm of soul music, few groups stand as tall and iconic as The Temptations. With their silky harmonies, infectious rhythms, and deeply emotive lyrics, they have captivated audiences for generations. Among their extensive discography, one particular song stands out as a testament to their enduring artistry: “I Want a Love I Can See.”

Released in 1965, “I Want a Love I Can See” is a soul ballad that captures the essence of longing and desire. The song’s opening notes, a delicate interplay of piano and strings, set the stage for a heartfelt plea for genuine connection. As David Ruffin’s lead vocals soar, he paints a vivid picture of a love that transcends superficiality, a love that is visible in actions and unwavering devotion.

A testament to the power of vulnerability, “I Want a Love I Can See” strips away the pretense and lays bare the singer’s emotional yearning. The lyrics, penned by the songwriting duo of Whitfield and Holland, are achingly honest, revealing a deep-seated desire for a love that is not just felt but seen and experienced in every facet of life.

The song’s arrangement masterfully complements the emotional depth of the lyrics. The instrumentation, characterized by a gentle groove and subtle flourishes, provides a warm and inviting backdrop for Ruffin’s impassioned vocals. The backing vocals, sung by the other Temptations, add layers of harmony and support, further emphasizing the song’s message of heartfelt connection.

“I Want a Love I Can See” is more than just a love song; it’s a universal anthem for anyone who has ever craved a love that is genuine, unwavering, and demonstrably real. It speaks to the human need for connection, for a love that goes beyond words and gestures and manifests itself in tangible actions and unwavering support.

The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless message and its ability to resonate with listeners across generations. It has been covered by numerous artists, each bringing their own interpretation to the song while staying true to its core message of emotional authenticity.

“I Want a Love I Can See” is a soul classic that stands the test of time. It is a song that speaks to the heart, reminding us of the power of genuine connection and the importance of seeking a love that is not just felt but seen and experienced in every aspect of our lives.

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Lyrics: I Want A Love I Can See

I want a love I can see. (Ah-Pow-Pow)
That’s the only kind that means a thing to me. (Ah-Pow-Pow)
Don’t want a love you have to tell me about. (Ah-Pow-Pow)
That kind of loving I can sure do without. (I can sure do without)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahI want a love I can feel. (Doo-Doo)
That’s the only kind of loving I think it’s real. (Doo-Doo)
Don’t want to be quoted by something I heard now. (Doo-Doo)
‘Cause baby action speaks louder than words. (Ah, louder than words)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I want a love that’s mine. (I want a love, that’s mine)
In the rain or in sun, sun, sunshine. (I want a love, that’s mine)
A love to keep warm when it’s cold. (I want a love, that’s mine)
The kind of love that will never grow old. (Never grow old)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-uh-huh

(Don’t you know I want a love)
(Why don’t you know I want a love)
(Why don’t you know I want a love)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Want a love I can see. (I wanna love I can see)
The kind of love you can give to me. (Give to me)
The kind of kisses to make, make me melt. (Ooo, make me melt)
The kind of love that can really be felt, now. (Really be felt)

Yeah, yeah, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby… I
Yeah, I want her love now.
The kind of love that can be felt.
Uh-huh. Yeah

Yeah, yeah, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby… I
Yeah
No I, I, I, I… I wanna love her.
Uh-huh. Yeah

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