The poet is afraid of the poems of love. The poet is afraid of the poems of love.

In fear In hardword In fear In hardword

That fear came again, After so many years. That fear came again, After so many years.

Fear - why do you hold me ? Fear - why do you hold me ?

She saw a man staring at her with his dark eyes. She saw a man staring at her with his dark eyes.

In the silence of the darkness Filled with thoughts, I wait for it to happen In the silence of the darkness Filled with thoughts, I wait for it to happen