by A Florence Clee, my great great UK aunt; published in 1937

Love is like a nightingale that hides from sight,
When he woes his mate on some sweet moon-light night;
Trilling magic music rare, so divinely thro’ the air
Till at last his love mate’s heart thrills with delight

All the world’s in love with love, and so am I,
Love is that which wealth and beauty cannot buy,
Even death and all it’s fears love can defy,
For love that is true can never never die.

Love is like a thorny stemmed but fragrant rose,
That may pierce a careless heart till love o’er flows;
But the wounded heart soon heals, when love’s sweet response it feels,
for the fragrance of love’s perfume sweeter grows:

All the world’s in love with love, and so am I,
Love is that which wealth and beauty cannot buy,
Even death and all it’s fears love can defy,
For love that is true can never never die.

Love is like a bright hued rainbow in the sky,
With its promise that life’s clouds will soon pass by,
After tears like April rain, loves bright sun will shine again,
As the sunbeams kiss the trees and dew-drops dry

All the world’s in love with love, and so am I,
Love is thahich wealth and beauty cannot buy,
Even death and all it’s fears love can defy,
For love that is true can never never die.

4 lives; nearly 500 homes; 1.65 million hectares + livestock + wildlife lost in the past week
in NSW alone, this is more than in the last 3 seasons combined …

Queensland is still burning and should have a similar tally