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