Rondine -- The beginning of the first line is repeated twice as a refrain.
She has been gone a long time. Did he remember her? How will she know?
Seldom have I seen a finer portrait of married love.
Silence can noises drown To hear the lovers' song
So long We waited for This day to come.
“Some things are more important than the moment we are living in.”
Will, after all that time, they decide to just be friends? And if so, is that so bad?
Not a wish, then blow out the candles, But a hope— An earnest desire with the expectation that it will come to pass
You’ve now become my heart’s forever-guest, For not a day goes by when you’re not here.
Let's face it, folks, building a good, solid, fulfilling marriage takes work. But oh is it rewarding!