This Love of Mine
This love of mine goes on and on,
Tho' life is empty since you have gone.
You're always on my mind, tho' out of sight
It's lonesome through the day,
But oh! the night.
I cry my heart out it's bound to break,
Since nothing matters, let it break.
I ask the sun and the moon,
The stars that shine,
What's to become of it, this love of mine.
Writer/s: Frank Sinatra / Henry W. Sanicola, Jr. / Sol Parker
