LOVE IS MANY SPLENDORED THING

I
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
reason to be living,
The golden crown that makes a man a king.

II
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, [bad word] love's a many splendored thing.