Tonight
I
Live,
Loving
You.
The chain which would conceal this fire
Is loosen’d if you but desire:
Like impulse of a wind-born seed,
Let my heart from its chain be freed –
Your look, your glance, is all I need.
Tonight
I
Live,
Loving
You.
The chain which would conceal this fire
Is loosen’d if you but desire:
Like impulse of a wind-born seed,
Let my heart from its chain be freed –
Your look, your glance, is all I need.