Written by: DON JOHNSON

You really know my hide, overlook my libido side, enfolding me, your wings do sigh, the love in your sweet soul does cry, of times we were together, back in the never never, when we had wings to fly, till the white light took you, why? until two souls are surely clever, the seperation does sever, all contact till i die, in the astral she comes by, to light a yellow candle, and i cannot deny, passion hard to handle, a love enfolding high, till alone in my preamble, and life again is wry, understandable.... Don Johnson