While Your Lips Are Still Red

sweet little words make the silence not so young, heartfelt love not heartache dark hair fall, catch in the wind light the way the sight of a cold world kiss, while your lips are still red while he’s still in silent rest while bosom is still untouched unveiled on another hair 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 compassion, its power’s never are wasted wrong 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 in silent rest while bosom is still untouched unveiled on another hair 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 in silent rest while bosom is still untouched unveiled on another hair 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