My love, she speaks like silence Without ideals or violence She doesn't have to say she's faithful Yet she's true like ice, like fire People carry roses Make promises by the hours My love, she laughs like the flowers Valentines can't buy her In the dime stores and bus stations People talk of situations Read books, repeat quotations Draw conclusions on the wall Some speak of the future My love, she speaks softly My love, she's like some raven At my window with a broken wing