Love is the tune of the heart, that sing softly like the lute. Its harmony fills the air and entreats me to dance. Love is like a tree, forever (blooming) green, yet when autumn comes, I watch with grief and fondess for each leaf | and when the pain of mourning subsides, and painful longings slow, I can feel them at my feet, nourishing my soul. Love's like a dream, whose mem'ry'll never cease... Love is the string, through which All chords may ring. |
Sung By Soprano Marisa Curcio,
Music and Lyrics by Jon Sysyn
©2015
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