Lost and alive and burning on your lips Crisp yellow leaf to twisting flame In the shadows, in your arms For the first time With your kiss telling me it won't be the last.
How precious, our embrace In the morning light - With the quick descent of love On my enraptured mind
And delicate beyond definition This swelling of affinity By which I am already swearing Never to break your heart.
~CRH 2005
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