Iâ??ll never change one note
Long, long sung by rote
And though love may repose

In time she will disclose
And when love doth come
She is the perfect sum


Oâ?? love, they wrong you much
When your fruit is such

Some call thy bittersweet
But thereâ??s no better sweet
And when love doth come

She is the perfect sum

Of all delight

So I sing and so I write
For I have no other choice
Either pen or voice


How I do adore
Forever fall before

You fuel the fire
And you open up my heart


Oâ?? love, your charm is such
Long, long for your touch
And when love doth come

She is the perfect sum

Of all delight

So I sing and so I write
For I have no other choice
Either pen or voice