Love is a many splendored thing.



It's the April rose that only grows in the early Spring.



Love is the nature's way of a giving a reason to be living.



The golden crown that makes a man a king.



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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, true lovers...Love is a many splendored thing.