While your lips are still red

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 he’s still silent

Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled

Hold another 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

A passionate hour’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 silent

Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled

Hold another the hand’s still without a tool

Drown into eyes while they’re still blind

Love while the night still hides the withering dawn.

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