Enchanted upon a moonlit night eyes of my lover are bright captured his essence pulled delicately in that moment we connected endlessly Yet two years later within passion's thrust the love can easily turn to raging lust Anger mingles with love and draws us into it the things I've said I wish I didn't . But the passion wraps us in ribbons of seductive nights by firelight amid the twilight Why can't this darkest midnight not ever end? Instead of sending us swirling into the depths of illusions misplaced once again Where we are left hanging and dangling from the ledge between heartbreak and sadness and ultimate gladness and then..