If she should love she\'ll love with doubt,
And all that\'s pure will come undone,
What sleeps below her skin will shout,
And dark shall claim what light begun
A touch that leads a look that calls
Which calm and cold does she belong?
So Wait till all her curtains fall
And kiss her where she is not strong
To have her lost and so confused
So many thoughts she works upon
All peace and cure she has refused
To die a strange phenomenon
So between what’s said and unsaid
A dance of hearts inside of hell
Now think if I was gone or dead
Who’ll teach my pen to write so well?