[while your lips are still red]

'first day of love never comes back.

a passionate hour's never a wasted one.

the violin, the poets hand, every thawing heart

plays your theme with care.

kiss 

while

your

lips

are

still

red..

..hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool.

drown into eyes while they're still blind.

love while the night still hides the withering dawn.'