The world asks me to walk on the path that it shows
But love, opening its arms, throws strong well-aimed bows
Through its child, cupid, whom all lovers adore
But at whom all elders and others are sore.
Neither are you to blame, nor did I do any wrong
Then why should people’s hearts burn as we walk along
They know that both hearts pound as furiously as a gong
Then why should they keep us apart for so long?
Come, my love, let us break all barriers and be free
After all, love is not some fruit of a forbidden tree
It is a pure thing, a holy thing, to be cherished and kept
A wonderful emotion over which Juliet and Romeo have wept.
Let us be man and wife, let us pledge a vow
That we, before its creator, the great Lord, do bow
For is it not Him who brought us together
And he will help us, all challenges, to weather?