 | How soft is every moonbeam
When bounced upon her face
That leaves with kind reflection
In lines of curving grace
How hot is every passion
When held within this child
That bakes inside unnoticed
And hatches timid wild
How sweet each kiss delivered
As nights and days play on
With moistened lips to wet the smile
In arms that greet the dawn
Not always was her passion
Found with friendly grin
For twice her heart was broken
From trust's unforgiven sin
Do take and hold forever
With promise to never harm
And coax her trust returning
In compassion's urging warm
For though her heart burns quiet
With flames in silence' clutch
Whats charred from disapointment
Still warms with tender touch |