He who is in love
is wise and is becoming wiser,
sees newly every time he
looks at the object beloved,
drawing from it with his eyes
and his mind those virtues
which it possesses.
There’s a warmth in my heart It haunts me when you’re gone
Mend me to your side and never let go
Say Time knows nothing,
we’ll never grow cold
The more I live The more I know
Whats simple is true I love you