Milan Is Love 1968

     Milan Is Love

In a garden, on a windless, starless morning,

In the not-quite light of dawn

My eye was caught by a luminescent pebble,

And my arm reached for something unknown.

Burned in gold was Milan Is Love –Nothing more.

Child of love? Woman fair?

What was the secret there?

In a garden, on a newborn English morning,

Strangely happy, I sauntered on,

Reminded of all the moment in his own life

When a man burns the earth with his love.

Ah, romance!

One should never take you lightly.

© Milan Is Love 1968

Lyrics; (music Jimmy Owen)

Arlene Corwin


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