Don’t tell them the
way you hold my hand,
Don’t tell them
about the time we merrily spent,
(I) Won’t tell how I love to get into your sleep,
Won’t tell it’s
delicious to eat from your lips.
Don’t tell them you
love to play with my curls,
Don’t tell them you
get peace in my curves,
Won’t tell your
smile is my favorite sight,
Won’t tell, for
me your voice is sweetest delight.
Don’t tell with
your eyes you make me blush,
Don’t tell how
you became my deepest crush,
Won’t tell you
are the magician for love-land,
Won’t tell
forgetting you is a dream so distant.
Still you keep
quiet, I keep quiet,
That’s the deal
here you strike,
Even it tears us
apart, flesh from bone,
We have next
birth to come along.
