This Love of Mine
Sol Parker, Henry W. Sanicola, Frank Sinatra
This love of mine goes on and on
Though life is empty since you have gone
You're always on my mind, though 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?