You seem to believe that
You're minor in my eyes
My silence rushes over you
And makes you believe in things

This idleness prevails all through
And fails to convey :
What the heart embraces
Can't be outlined by human words

What is canceled is Eden of Passions
Indescribable perfection as it were
There lies what externalizations deform
There moves what is spoken by stillness alone

You're what I feel and won't say
Silence will reign once more, I'm afraid
And there remains for you my dear
To find your throne in Eden yourself