How dare you say my love has come too soon,
As though love ever paid mind to the mind,
And would you have me curb my desire often?
Could love be taught to wait till it was time?
Could love be made to sleep all through the night,
As hand in hand, we tiptoe room to room?
Could love be trained to draw back from the light,
And answer only to the calling moon?
But dare I say you ask for far too much?
You, who have earned this gift that you so fear,
You who has me yearning for one touch,
It grows, it grows – a truth you have to bear.
How dare you show me love the way you do,
And tell me that my love has come to soon.