Testo Lover's Greed

What is it in nature which lends its hand

To the tongues of young wondering lovers in flight

That by the silent boot of a dying word

A scythe was taught to moan and to write


What is it that is left for the blushing cheek

To blink the lips of a blooming rose

When lovers' eyes as black as summer crows



Picked the blackened rose that they seeked

What has not been taken by lover's greed

What then from all the vine and seed
On the fragant air of spring they feed

They come in swarms of two like me and you

Fattened by the love that they need



What has not been taken by a lover's greed

On and on they come

Forever saying I would die without you

In the chasm of these eyes

Nothing satisfies



Staring into the starry-eyed infinite

Can't get enough

Why is it then my pen should stall?

When by your wondrous eyes I shake

When we, this world is ours to take

What has not been taken by a lover's greed