I'm always missing the beat Ah but thats the power of a waltz Or not hitting the note right That defines a good tune or I'm missing the love That's the point of a song Sweet John Donne said he loves you in many ways I can see a cluttered room I can see your lovely face And I can see the clattering trains rolling past our place. If I try hardest through this mist I can taste you. Sweet John Donne said he loves you in many ways Then he found God and I cant "Sweetest love I do not go for weariness of thee Or in hope that fate may find a better love for me Go catch a falling star and ask not for whom the bell tolls in case it tolls for thee No man is an island And every man's death diminishes me" My Sweet. John Donne said he loves you in many ways. Then he found God but I cant.