You look for higher sense in me,
But I'm just loving you, my dear,
And every whisper I have told
Is not the wisdom of the world.

You think I'm hard to understand;
Sometimes I'm not, sometimes I am.
And though sometimes I don't tell truth
You must believe: I do love you.

Your inner flame will heat my heart
When I am near and when I'm far;
I'll make a present of all stars
For you, my dear. I burn with love.