I marvelled at the light
Bursting from your eyes,
And called it love.
For who can turn about,
Gaze at sun eclipsed,
And not go blind?
Oh, rather to see love
Through a pinhole,
Than close my eyes.
I marvelled at the light
Bursting from your eyes,
And called it love.
For who can turn about,
Gaze at sun eclipsed,
And not go blind?
Oh, rather to see love
Through a pinhole,
Than close my eyes.