Can there be anything redder than her lips?
Is there anything colder?
Anything sweeter?
Softer?

Qui e t   e   r .    .    .

Can there be anything sweeter than her heart?
Is there anything redder?
Anything colder?
Quieter?

"Sof t  e   r   .   .     .*

Such a face
With a tounge that can so easily
Put you in your place
With a collar of velvet
That tickles the skin
And a sweet
Soft
Cold
Red
Quiet heart
That has so much to give
And is without sin