Their mouths speak words but yours speak
love and ooze out pearls of passion fine
and trickle streams of reddest wine
that thrust at walls and make them weak.
Their mouths speak sounds but yours speak
hope and drop droplets of dewdrops fresh
and with my soul their soul enmesh
that pure young angel that I seek.
Their mouths speak air but yours speak
faith and welcome me into your life
and cut through hardness as a knife
to rest your heart against my cheek.