”If you are a dreamer come in
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar
A hopper, a pray-er, a magic-bean-buyer
If you're a pretender come sit by my fire
For we have some flax golden tales to spin
Come in!
Come in!”
Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted.
There are some
you love, I know;
Be not loathe to tell them so.
Lips go dry and eyes grow wet
Waiting to be warmly met.
Keep them not in waiting yet;
Kisses kept are wasted.
