Lover's Greed

Jump Little Children

What it is in nature which lends its hand

To the tongues of young wondering lovers in flight

That by the silent boot of a dying word

A scythe was taught to moan and to write



What is it that is left for the blushing cheek

To blink the lips of a blooming rose

When lovers' eyes as black as summer crows

Picked the blackened rose that they seeked



What has not been taken by a lover's greed

What has not been taken by a lover's greed



What then from all the vine and seed

On the fragrant air of spring they feed

They come in swarms of two like me and you

Fattened by the love that they need



What has not been taken by a lover's greed

What has not been taken by a lover's greed



On and on they come

Forever saying I would die without you

In the chasm of these eyes

Nothing satisfies

Staring into the starry-eyed infinite



Can't get enough of it

Can't get enough



Why is it then my pen should stall?

When by your wondrous eyes I shake

When we, this world is ours to take



What has not been taken by a lover's greed

What has not been taken by a lover's greed

What has not been taken by a lover's greed