She was the light of my day
Out of Monterey,
A lady through and through;
Under a lover’s moon on a night In June,
She promised she’d always be True
From the very start, she was
The tide of my heart,
We were both fools of desire,
On a desert run, we flew
To close to the sun;
Wanting to take love higher
How high can love go,
You’ll never ever know
Until you really try it;
Listen to me, love isn’t free
It may not be as you like it.
Then came that night,
At the end of our flight;
She was a wildfire from the start.
She set out to sea on a
Soft southern breeze,
Leaving me with a broken
Heart
What can you do
When love fever strikes you
And takes you to your knees?
You get up off the floor
And you beg for more –
Loving if you please…
More loving if you, please.
G. Orphey
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