Perhaps you do not know how a love is born.
Now I want to show you.
I want to show you how a love is born—
perhaps you do not know.
Softly, softly, I will brush against you and our lips will touch—
and close—I will be close to you.
And like a butterfly resting on a flower,
I will caress you.
Softly, softly I will talk to you—softly, softly I will seek you—
and nobody will hear us—and nobody will find us
ever, ever, ever again.
And so, without a sound, a love is born.
Perhaps you do not know.
Softly, softly, I will brush against you and our lips will touch—
and close—I will be close to you.
And like a butterfly resting on a flower,
I will caress you.
Softly, softly I will talk to you—softly, softly I will kiss you—
and nobody will hear us—and nobody will find us
ever, ever, ever again.
And so, without a sound, a love is born.
Perhaps you do not know.