When all the love is pure, when your hope and faith is full, when the ocean isn't pulling back, the setting sun is yours to touch. When lips would wake you up and lips would bid good night-- fall as a fog into the gloomy woods for your love knows no sun and moon. When the storm is just a whisper and the weather is just a news-- you are the burn and the shiver between his pillows and sheets. -------------------------------------------------------- When all of these had faded fast *I'll remember you as my first and last.