My love, she speaks like silence Without ideals or violence She doesn't have to say she's faithful Yet she's true, like ice, like fire People carry roses Make promises by the hours My love, she laughs like the flowers Valentine's can't buy her In dime stores and bus stations People talk of situations Read books, repeat quotations Draw conclusions on the wall Some speak of the future My love, she speaks softly She knows there's no success like failure And that failure's no success at all Cloak and dagger dangles Madams light the candles Ceremonies of the horsemen Even the palm must hold a grudge Statues made of matchsticks Crumble into one another My love winks, she does not bother She knows too much to argue or to judge The bridge at midnight trembles The country doctor rambles Bankers' nieces seek perfection Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring The wind howls like a hammer The night glows cold and rainy My love, she's like some raven At my window with a broken wing © BF-WATCH TV 2021