Intertwined Souls In Passionate Urge

Ah! All fades away, nothing remains... but carved names into cold stones! The scent of evening's kisses, the touch of trembling hands also drift away into pretty sunsets! Intertwined souls in passionate urge make moaning surge; no crickets sound distracts, no moonlight gets admiration: we're taken by wild temptation! Reimagining times that have passed can give us the illusion that dreams are back in form of butterflies; and we become children chasing them on meadows! Now, this flashback makes us regret we are old and we can't be those kids running after them 'till dark as they continue to spark! Intertwined souls in passionate urge making moaning surge; no crickets sound distracts, no moonlight gets admiration: we're taken by wild temptation!