I"m not a fan of opera because I don't think people should sing dialogue, and,--in fact, in real life--they never do. They rant and they rave and they laugh and they cry, but they never sing. When we sing, we sing emotions in subconscious sounds, all by ourselves, ideally fitting words to our hearts and souls. But never mind the format, listen closely to this orchestra and follow the words of this great voice, singing about love. It's a song sung by King Arthur in the musical, Camelot, in love with Guenevere, after his talk with the wise sorcerer, Merlin. He sings a profound point well made:
I've been in love a few times, and every time, I followed the advice above. It didn't always work out well, but it's probably the best you could do. Maybe the love was extended infatuation, sexual attraction, pathological obsession, or intellectual simpatico, but despite the heartache and the eye-opening crashes, the love itself lingers forever, and--good news--even if you lose, it will happen again.