What's Meant

Speak to me, not of weather Speak to me, not of events Speak only of us, my dear one For which our tongues were meant Look at me not ill favored Look at me not with disgust Look at me only, my dear one As our gazes were meant just for us Touch me not, out of worry Touch me not, just to shove Touch me only, my dear one To express our heart felt true love So when alone, my lovely As dreams come pounding through Dream of me, my dear one As I shall be dreaming of you