The strokes of love, the things you said,
The blood that rushes to my head;
Whenever I think of the things you said,
My world comes alive, 'tis painted red!
The leaves of autumn, sailing away,
The notes of love are here to stay;
The feelings, in my heart, which lay,
Blush and smile and gleefully play.
The wounds that scathed are now healing,
With love unbound, my head is reeling;
Every emotion and every feeling,
Is soaring to touch the ceiling!