At the touch of love
Every man becomes a poet
I was a poet and you touched me
And I became more poetic
With all that I do with you

Now I can see you touch me not again
And intense become my pain
Inside me burns like the fury of hell
And no longer sweet was the story I tell

Come back to me my pretty little dame
Come conceal my soul from this shame
And let me feel the feeling that was here
The happy moment that burns like flame
When you touched me and free my fear


If I should spend my life sleeping
I shall dream and be dreaming
Of no one else but my little viva
My lover and angel forever


Sleep gives me a chance to dream
and I will dream of no one but you
My lover
But to the lover that will find me
In the unknown part of me and