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Love is a many splendored thing It's the April rose that only grows in the early Spring Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living The golden crown that makes a man a king Once on a high and windy hill, In the morning mist Two lovers kissed and the world stood still Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing Yes, true love's a many splendored thing Love is a many splendored thing It's the April rose that only grows in the early Spring Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living The golden crown that makes a man a king Once on a high and windy hill, In the morning mist Two lovers kissed and the world stood still Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing Yes, true love's a many splendored thing

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Songwriters: Sammy Fain / Paul Webster

Love Is a Many Splendored Thing lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management

1955 Academy Award for Best Original Song from movie Love is a Many Splendored Thing

These verses may not resonate with everyone, but remember it was written in 1955, an eon ago. Yet certain lines are quite thought provoking.

Love is nature’s way of giving a reason to be living …

Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing

Words are a way to communicate energies. At the end of the day, everything is energy. Life is energy. Death is energy. Our attitude towards life and death is a choice based on what type of attitude we bring to it.

Writers weave stories with the hope that a person will perceive the energy of the work and be pulled to reading it. Readers then decide if the trip was worthwhile to them. The writer carries on because the drive to create is a powerful energy. It pushes one along, even if no reader turns a page. That is the beauty of creativity. It is so much grander than whether your work is liked or not liked, understood, or not understood, valued, or not valued. Writing is an act of creation.

The creative impulse is the power of coming-into-being. Even if nothing beyond that act takes place, a universe has quaked and reinvented itself in pure joy. All of us have the power to create, to come-into-being in a way that suits our energy patterns.

We are both the created and the creators. That is a reason to be living. We are the song.