In passion's sweet embrace,  we light the night,  the stars will speak your name  before the sun's breath  blows them into the oblivion of day a desire slowly fulfilled is born anew  as love and lust together light the flame butterflies drift around the morning sky and we have no need to ever wonder why

There's rain on the window It's morning As she stares through the glass at the ground There's a tear on her cheek She's turning And the light just catches her frown The footprints of yesterday's loving Are washed by the rain as it falls And the heartache of yesterday's caring Has her imprisoned between these four walls The walls close in  on her thinking She can't see beyond her own painJust talking and saying good mornin...

Love and passion's sweet embrace untwined,A heart waits, longingFor love to take passion holding strongThe body and the soul enjoined Electrons rushing through glass and wireCarry words whose images in the minds eyeHold meanings new and boldYet no substitute for the soul's desire But passion by herself can discover Sweet release apart from the tired ache of unrequited love and untouched passion Yet words can be themselves...