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Rita
Ah, Beatriz, you found food!!
Beatriz
Yes, Rita, here you take it. Eat all you want.
Rita
I will not! You must be famished. We’ve had nothing since yesterday morn.
Beatriz
No, my hunger is not for food. Besides, why should I eat to only die of a broken heart?
Rita
Beatriz, look at me! Look into my eyes! Why, Beatriz, you’re in love!
Beatriz
What can I say? You have looked into my soul.
Rita
Sit, girl, sit. Tell me all about him. What is he like?
Beatriz
Like no other. Dark brown eyes. Dark black hair. Skin as smooth as butter. A smile that transfixes your heart.
--It's Love
♫ It’s love!
How can it be that he never sees it’s love?
It’s plain to see that when he looks at me, it’s love.
I wish to be with him eternally, my love,
But the Holy See would never let it be,
Our love.
It’s love! It’s love! It’s glorious love!
The kind there’ll never be enough of.
It’s love! It’s love! It’s beautiful love!
The kind that God sends down from above.
It’s love.
In my dreams our love is yearning,
In my dreams our hearts are burning.
In my dreams love is burning and lust is churning,
In my dreams.
In my dreams I’m floating on the sea,
In my dreams he is holding me.
In my dreams all that I see is he holding me,
In my dreams.
In my dreams he is touching me,
In my dreams he makes love to me.
In my dreams all that I need is he loving me,
In my dreams.
It’s love! It’s love! It’s glorious love!
The kind there’ll never be enough of.
It’s love! It’s love! It’s beautiful love!
The kind that God sends down from above.
It’s love.
There is no doubt, he can never find out, it’s love.
With him it’s wrong, but my feelings are strong, it’s love.
My lips I seal, I must hide what I feel, my love,
He cannot know, I must never let it show,
Our love.
But it’s love! It’s love! It’s glorious love!
The kind there’ll never be enough of.
It’s love! It’s love! It’s beautiful love!
The kind that God sends down from above.
It’s love.
It’s love. ♫
Rita
Such love must be told.
Beatriz
My love I never speak.
Rita
Why is there such fear in your heart? Who is this “love” that excites you, and yet, frightens thee?
Beatriz
I must not say.
Rita
You can say to me. Sisters have no secrets, Beatriz.
Beatriz
Please, do not make me reveal my deepest thoughts.
Rita
Beatriz! Tell me!!
Beatriz
It is Louis. Louis Paschal!
Rita
Father Paschal?!? The Cardinal Bishop??
Beatriz
Yes, it is he.
Rita
You are mad! Your senses have left you!
Beatriz
I know. It’s true. It frightens me. It excites me.
Rita
You can never hide such love.
Beatriz
I must. It can never be told.
Rita
You must tell! He must know.
Beatriz
I do not have the courage.
Rita
Such love must be told. You must find the strength to be bold.
Beatriz
I find the courage to tell only you.
Rita
Beatriz! It’s love!! You must tell.
Beatriz
I must?
Rita
You must.
Beatriz & Rita
♫ Cause it’s love! It’s love! It’s glorious love!
The kind there’ll never be enough of.
It’s love! It’s love! It’s beautiful love!
The kind that God sends down from above.
It’s love.
It’s love! It’s love! It’s love—!! ♫
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