Firebird

Every night by candlelight I go to you on the wings of a Firebird and you are there waiting for me in your red cape where fire burns outside the snow... you reach out for me without saying a word, I reach out to touch your face and I whisper in your ear, “I love you more than life it's self... Sorcerer don't go casting a spell on anyone else and don't go breaking this spell at least not in this lifetime... you're every dream the Gypsy Witch has ever invoked through flights of fancy in a fine stardust like design well and in all my fiery attire I close my eyes and go to you on the wings of a Firebird, skyward and Heaven bound, eastward descending down into your burning liar of desire intensely setting the ice on fire without a spoken word... Sorcerer of my heart, you are master of my dreams and I come every time, every time you call Firebird!