Speak with the language of love.
What is the heart? It is not human and it is not imaginary. I call it you.
My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.
Throw off your tiredness. Let me show you one tiny spot of the beauty that can't be spoken.
I am so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.
With every breath, I plant the seeds of devotion, I am a farmer of the heart.