Having chosen but a sole few words
Does never do suffice!
It can never do that perfect trick
Which your heart so simply does
Whilst the eyes are only trying
As their looks gain certain depths
There’s a language which is spoken
‘tis the tongue of burning hearts
My lips have lost a certain feel
Yes, they do feel rather numb;
As they meet your silky kisses though,
They do shimmer from mine heart
As I hold thee in my arms so snug
I do feel, I could fly;
No wings at hand have I and yet
My burning heart goes high.