La Dispute - Two lyrics

Somewhere I have never travelled
Gladly beyond
Any experience, your eyes have their silence:
In your most frail gesture are
Things which enclose me
Or which I cannot touch because
They are too near

Your slightest look easily will unclose me
Though i have closed myself as fingers
You open always petal by petal
Myself as Spring opens (Touching skilfully
Mysteriously) her first rose

Or if your wish be to close me, i and
My life will shut very beautifully, suddenly
As when the heart of this flower imagines
The snow carefully everywhere descending
Nothing which we are to perceive
In this world equals
The power of your intense
Fragility: whose texture
Compels me with the colour of it's countries
Rendering death and forever
With each breathing

(I do not know what it
Is about you that closes
And opens only something in me understands
The voice of your eyes is
Deeper than all roses)
Nobody, not even the rain
Has such small hands