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 hes still silent
Rest while bosom is still
untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hands still without a tool
Drown into eyes while theyre still blind
Love while
the night still hides the withering dawn
First day of love never comes back
A passionate hours never a wasted one
The violin,
the poets hand,
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
Kiss while your lips are still red
While hes still
silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hands still without a tool
Drown into eyes while
theyre still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
