Night
Night
Let the colour of your lips be my ink,
Let your bosom be my paper to indite poems of love.
Mingling my soul with yours
And decelerating the speed of the clock,
Let the night blush throughout its tenure.
Let the colour of your lips be my ink,
Let your bosom be my paper to indite poems of love.
Mingling my soul with yours
And decelerating the speed of the clock,
Let the night blush throughout its tenure.