Love sings a song, <br />a song without end. <br />It can be heard <br />singing out from everything. <br />When love sings its song, <br />a song without end. <br />Young and old hearts flutter <br />whenever they hear its call. <br />The sad and the lonely <br />under its spell fall. <br />When love sings its song, <br />a song without end. <br />Whose chorus can be heard <br />as the breeze whispers <br />among the trees <br />and all hearts fall <br />under loves rhapsody. <br /> <br />25 August 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-without-end/
