Frank Wildhorn Sympathy, Tenderness ^минус

Sympathy, tenderness
Warm as the summer
Offer me their embrace
Friendliness, gentleness
Strangers to my life
They are there in his face
Goodness, and sweetness, and kindness abound in this place
I am in love with
The things that I see in his face
It's a memory I know time
Will never erase