Vague steps on an Unfamiliar path, Sweeping the vulnerable With the winter winds. I have not known Spring to ever meet fall, Love to ever meet war, Or the sun the ever meet the moon. Crys in the midnight gore of Passion, You and I met. Laughter in the late night coyness, You and I loved. Regret in the early morning Hate, You and I parted. I have not known Summer to ever meet winter, Hate to ever meet peace, Or the moon to ever meet the sun. Vague steps on an Unfamiliar path, Sweeping the vulnerable With the winter winds.