*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me

*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer

Searching for feelings I cannot explain what happens to love when the flame turns dark

The falling ambers of love still smolder with hope that time

*** Caressing your picture in my sleep I sigh of love

Burning cries of torment from the forsaken

I fell for a vision in a dream it was more stunning

Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty

She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees

The agonizing feeling of misgivings there’s no coming back

Only innocence can hold dreams within like the sigh of love

The patrons were waiting for their wings of heaven doves as the bar room

Never My Love With her dying breath she whispered my tomorrow

The sands of time holds our memories of being they

Traces of distrust from tainted thoughts search for answers