Do you know, my darling
What pines whisper to birches
Or was it a mere fox trot
Or a dove ruffling her wet feathers
Or a lark warbling a distant note..
Whatever it was…. Remember
You owe me answers…
I ask innumerable questions
Just to hear you speak..
To you I give all my words
And to my words all my soul.
Just think of those other men
Whose voices turn soft and weak
As my lips bloom into a smile
But you just keep noddin’with nothin' to say
And walk off to stand far away…
This is love or hatred I don’t know
So long you are happy, I am fine
I’ll do not much to entice your eyes
But I’ll wait for you in moonlit nights.
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