• Be still my heart
    And beat no more
    For arrows no sharper
    Down here, or over there
    Can pierce me as words do
    Your words to me. No
    Words to you
    Can ever be spoken
    From mouth to mouth
    Nor mouth to ear
    Or eye to eye
    Or lips to lip
    Which speaks in color
    And bleeds in sound.
    And a touch so intimate
    Is sharper more
    As our war of words... Not spoken
    Runs it's course.
    My heart is broken
    Lips trembling
    Eyes wet
    Sound is dead.
    Touch no more
    Lip to lip
    Or sound to sound
    And beat to beat
    dies with me.
    So-- eye to eye
    And mouth to mouth
    With hand in hand
    Or so to say
    Die with our love
    Die as it may.
    And be still my heart
    In cold silent sleep
    In graves not marked
    Where you will silently weep
    Over a war of words unspoken lost
    And feel
    How it cost
    Not to say
    I love you.