He looked at me and there
was emptiness in his eyes
It was plain to see
And he turned and said
Once I loved but love was dead
And I whispered
Some times love is only sleeping.
He said
I can not love nor feel,
And his voice was hard and cold,
And his sweet young face was old.
And I whispered
Sometimes love is only sleeping
He looked at me
And his smiling face was warm, sweet and free
And the moonlight kissed our eyes
As it mingled with the skies
And he whispered
Some times love is only sleeping.
