Will Ya Be Mine...

Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud.It is the morning and evening star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds it's radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kindler of every hearth. It is the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody, for Music is the voice of Love. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of the wondrous flower-the heart-and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts, but with it, earth is heaven and we are gods!