A Love so Beautiful . (Henri Toulouse-Lautrec.) A Love so Beautiful. The call from a Kestrel alone in the sky, Echoes deep fear in my heart I cry, What would I be but a fool to flee, From a love so beautiful with thee.. It is said one grows too old for love, But the words still sing so beautifully, That whenever quietly I picture you so, This old love is the only love I wish to know. * With all the aches that comes with ageing, There is one ache most overwhelming, To cover my thoughts this waking day, That one thought I hope you hold for me. For even as the autumn of my life, Blows cold and cuts deep into my skin, So I turn my collar to keep warm inside, It can never freeze that warmth to which I cling. * Has not old age its forgiving moments, And gentle reflection on my roaming thoughts, Reflects that love I am sending to you, That no life so old or fading ...