Dedicated To

Love is a many splendored thing:

It's the April rose that only grows in the early spring.

Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living;

The golden crown that life can dearly bring.

Once on a high and windy hill,

In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still.

Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing;

Yes, true love's a many splendored thing!