~listens to Serenitee's song and smiles softly~
Love Is A Many Splendored Thing
Frank Sinatra
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 makes a man a king.
Lost on a high and windy hill,
In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood
Still,
When our fingers touch my silent heart has taught us how to
Sing,
Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing.
~goes off to look for the pillow upon which Serenitee had laid her head, thinking he could hug that for a while as a poor substitute until the lovely lady herself is available for some huggin...~