When the sun yawns its last farewell, Lonely hearts plot their rendezvous; Stay on the path that our dreams have blazed, When darkness falls, I'll come to you
Silently, we'll greet each other, For we must not disturb the moon; He'll tell the sun of our escapade -- Dawn's light would end our tryst too soon
In our dreams love is gratified, Its beauty totally revealed; Even though distance prohibits touch, Secret longings shall be unsealed
Though mutely we communicate, My poet, my love, you know how To weave your sweet words into a wreath, Laying it gently upon my brow
And to your heart I'll render proof Of the faithful love that you seek; But I'll not disturb the silent night, To touch your heart, I need not speak
And this night will bear witness to A simple truth to which we're bound: Our love transcends silence and distance, All this confirmed ..... without a sound