The first time I laid me eyes on you I knew
We''d spend this life side by side
I still feel the same though you are far away
I swear you''ll always be my
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet