GIULIETTA:
There is more to love,
So much more,
Than simply making love --
That's easy
Gazing into eyes,
Pretty eyes,
Which could be any eyes --
That's crazy
Hands are just hands,
A face is just a face
They come and go --
They're easy to replace
There is more to love,
So much more,
Than moon-struck escapades --
That's nothing
There is peace of mind,
So much peace,
In quiet company --
That's something
Everyone but him
Seems wrong for me
Every time I feel
There has to be
More
If I could hear
The music I heard then,
I'd never let
It fade away again
Now each time
Love reaches out to me,
I can only feel
There has to be
So much more
To love
There is more ot love,
So much more