Version 2
 
‘Twould take the words of all the world
to tell of love so true,
and take a cunning linguist  
so my native tongue must do.

For there, with lips on moistened lips,
we’d feel our hearts beat faster,
then close we’d lie, like Gemini,
my Pollux to you Castor.
 
And you would turn the other cheek
and measure give for measure,
for of such love we cannot speak
when mouths are filled with pleasure.


Original

‘Twould take the words of all the world
to tell of love so true,
and take a cunning linguist  
so my native tongue must do.

For, here with lips on moistened lips,
we feel our hearts beat faster,
as close we lie, like Gemini,
my Pollux to you Castor.
 
Now you must turn the other cheek
and measure give for measure,
for tho’ of love we cannot speak
our mouths are filled with pleasure.