The light fades from above,
As the full moon rises on our love.
The campfire glows with an inside light.
As you look at me, I see your fire in my sight.
It's a burning I set ablaze.
Can it be quenched? Are there any ways?
The blankets move as you turn to me.
With your touch, you make me see,
The fires of passion we alone control
I feel it burning deep in my soul.
In the sky above there comes a flash
As a shooting star rushes past.
But now as the die are cast,
I wonder will these flames be able to last.
DW
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