Yours is the heartbeat I yearn to own
As I touch and lightly stroke your red-gold hair;
I almost feel the kiss of you upon my mouth,
But you push me aside, I stand in despair.
Who has loved has lived full measure,
Even tho' the wind sighs like a muted violin.
But when love has no pleasure
The tense strings throb no more.
One starlight night I thought to steal a kiss.
To bend your will to mine, my single goal;
But a waning moon stared icily down,
'Cause hurting you was like fighting my soul.
Who has loved has lived full measure,
Even tho' the wind sighs like a muted violin.
But when love has no pleasure
The tense strings throb no more.
