An old one:
Come love me, my darling,
I shall love you dearly.
Come kiss me, my darling;
But she cannot hear me
My lips
grow
cold
Waiting for her touch.
My heart
grows
bold
But her silence is to much.
Come love me, my darling,
You shall never fear.
Come kiss me, my darling;
But she cannot hear.
3 comments:
Brilliantly done.
Thank you! You should hear the melody. It sounds sad and Slavic.
I should. Pity we probably won't make it down until Thanksgiving.
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