You are the enchanter of this heart,A sweetener of this being, departNot; you are the cynosure of this eye,The most sublime of all, the epitome. Love is true and it is pure,A whetted heart for sure.Fetch love, for what lies aboveIs a great darting bird. You are the paragon,A being of virtu; never shunThe loveContinue reading “Love (song lyrics)”