There's a beauty in the stars the wellspring of love,
My epiphany of love reveals that love is in the gait of prince and peasant alike.
What shall I bring you on this night when the stars illume the vast sky,
And salted wind blows in from the ocean and deposits its smell on me?
A bouquet of fresh flowers,fresh as the smile that lights up your face,
That makes me feel that I am loved.For were I a demigod or even a winged cherub,
Then possibly I could offer you a necklace of stars or were I a prince,
Then I could get you an Andalusian stallion or hew down some cedars of Lebanon,
And build you a ship as a token of my undying love.
Our paths have crossed not by accident but it has the divine touch of destiny,
But then,tomorrow is another day to dream,to love,to live.
A nod,a silent whisper and we understand,for lovers speak their own special language,
Their syntax and lyrics seem to spring from the winged cherubims themselves,
When the very celestial comes down from above to influence the brown earth.
O sing me now the songs of seraphims;O sing me the songs of love,
It's such a melodious refrain that can stir the innermost chords of the heart.
Did you know that the earth,this brown earth swings obediently on an axis of love?
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