Love is a many-splendored thing
From wit, from wisdom, to heart and string
Strung with care upon the wooden frame
Plucked, and strummed, with care untame
Wild abandon, struck to cautious fury
Unfolds, white and black, longing and worry
Patience, long only, until the next time
When in arms, and embrace, to find
The glory of many things to show love
And the fate of a future, only known above