Writer(s): from Frederic Chopin’s Etude #3 in E Major
No other love can warm my heart, now that I’ve known the comfort of your arms,
No other love holds the sweet contentment that I find with you,
Every time, every time.
No other lips could want you more for I was born to glory in your kiss.
Forever yours, I was blessed with love to love you
Till the stars burn out above you, till the moon is but a silver shell.
No other love, let no other love know the wonder of your spell.