Love Minus Zero - Mirah

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