And I am myself again
When the clouds shall part
And loving You shall be no pain
When the copper moon shall rise
I'll wake my sleeping heart
To let your stormy passion
inherit my lovelorn part
If You be the crackling fire
Then I be the moth to the flame
We shall drink passion's wine
And play cupid's lovely game
This is a prelude to enchantment
To give our Later life a velvet touch..
A pretence That You & Me are strangers
will help Us ride out of the stormy lurch
We are captives of fateful sensibility
And so we have to hide that forbidden fire..
Till our Souls are Liberated
& WE meet forever.................................
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