Rapt in your eyes, the fever of the moment burns
Stoking ripples of magic in the deeps of my heart
Intoxicated on the liquor of the moment, it churns
The majestic truth of Love it diligently imparts

In fires of red, your spirit's beacon beckons me
Cascading bright with mad sparks of bliss
In its flame I am warmed, made wild and free
Touched and blessed for its passionate kiss

With ardour, be the blossom to my Spring
And beautify my soul's barren plains
We'll warm it with Love's carolling
That mutual refrain