Любовь Прекрасна

Love is a many splendored Thing. In the April rose that only grows in the Early spring. Love is nature's way of giving, A reason To be living. The golden glow that makes a man a King. Love's on a high and windy Hill. In the morning mist, true Lover's kiss and the immortal Thrill. When your fingers touch my salon heart and hold It whole to sing. Yes true love's a many splendored Thing. Love's on a high and windy Hill. In the morning mist, true lover's kiss and The immortal thrill. When your fingers touch my salon heart and hold It whole to sing. Yes true love's a many splendored Thing.