Sweet little words
made for silence not talk
Young heart for love
not heartache
Dark hair for
catching the wind
Not to veil the
sight of a cold world
Kiss while your
lips are still red
While he's still silent
Rest while bosom is
still untouched unveiled
Hold another hand
while the hand's
still without a tool
Drown into eyes while
they're still blind
Love while the
night still hides
the withering dawn
First day of love
never comes back
A passionate hour's
never a wasted one
The violin the poet's hand
Every thawing heart plays
your theme with care
Kiss while your
lips are still red
While he's still silent
Rest while bosom is
still untouched unveiled
Hold another hand
while the hand's
still without a tool
Drown into eyes while
they're still blind
Love while the
night still hides
the withering dawn
Kiss while your
lips are still red
While he's still silent
Rest while bosom is
still untouched unveiled
Hold another hand
while the hand's
still without a tool
Drown into eyes while
they're still blind
Love while the
night still hides
the withering dawn