Love is sweet and as years pass by
Love is sweeter still and sacred too.
And later we hardly can deny:
we seldom payed the price
true, golden, pregnant with morning sun.
Now we rise, close to the ray.
Sometimes we see, sometimes we only stay.
You are young with early morns,
love still is high in the clouds unborn
dancing on the Edge of Beauty.
Love seen from the high hills of time
is finally closing the book, showing the link.
Well, was it not the same tale all the way?
And nearer draws the river, the other shore,
the things once cherished seem to be so small.
Night came with stars and with dreams,
and the soft “good by” of your tender lips.
We still feel the same kind heart
and the other day will be so far apart.
What do we know? Love is so sweet a word.
My attention is fixed to something beyond the line.
When hours shift into the unforgettable now
and hopes reach into the far unknown
I am just turning to see it I’m still alone. And I’ll never leave this Edge of Beauty.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany