Sweet little words made for silenceNot talkYoung heart for loveNot heartacheDark hair for catching the windNot to veil the sight of a cold worldFirst day of love never comes backA passionate hour's never a wasted oneThe violin, the poet's hand,Every thawing heart plays your theme with careKiss while your lips are still redWhile he's still silentRest while bosom is still untouched, unveiledHold another...
We used to swim the same moonlight watersOceans away from the wakeful dayMy fall will be for youMy love will be in youIf you be the one to cut meI will bleed foreverScent of the sea before the waking of the worldBrings me to theeInto the blue memoryA siren from the deep came to meSang my name my longingStill I write my songs...
