And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days, —
I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.
I promise to plant kisses like seeds on your body, so in time you can grow to love yourself as I love you.
Persian Love Song (the Silver Gun)
by Lisa Gerrard
At the touch of love, every man becomes a poet.