She's swept away,
the passion within...

So many things we didn't say,
So many games we didn't play...

Sometimes my days are dark,
And my nights are full of light...

Your smile is bright and your heart is true,
Your last ever thought is of thinking of you...

Is this loveor is this lust?
will it last or will it bust...

To be full of wisdom, is not to be of age,
But is to know you've read every page...