Past those childish tears
And into the virgin mind...

Run me to the battleground
Strap me with a gun...

You can say you're in love
And have been in love before...

In her own way
(And slightly risque...

And the rose wilts
Few to witness...

Dead on the doorsteps
Of an old, solemn church...

Cut the bindings
Erase the rules...

What is the purpose
To create or destroy...

This lady still is baffled
But of course she turns the page...

What a beautiful letter.
Sealed with a kiss...

The Balcony At Midnight
Yes you look so grand...

I'll make you a promise
I'll keep from this day...