her voice

Sweet there is nothing left to say But this that love is never lost Keen winter stabs the breasts of May Whose crimson roses burst his frost Ships tempest-tossed Will find a harbour in some bay And so we may And there is nothing left to do But to kiss once again and part Nay there is nothing we should rue I have my beauty you your Art Nay do not start One world was not enough for two Like me and you