The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
Frolicking in the shadows of desire don’t worry love
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
You’re the essence in love the poem in my heart
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
She lost her innocence’s to the dark side of life in her room all alone
The most beautiful song I’ve ever heard is the sound of sighs
The agonizing feeling of misgivings there’s no coming back
the essence of your love permeates my soul
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
As you sleep in the twilight of dreams I kiss you without end
at the end of the rainbow make-believe is real and true love
Kiss me as your lips burn with whispers to my heart
Feelings concealed behind a disguise falling from love those sweet
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
