The Day of Love

When the morning does breathe And the darkness does flee I feel the desire within... As I caress you once again... This is the morning of love... When the sun beats down Upon the ground Together we embrace... As I touch your lovely face... This is the afternoon of love... Beneath the ebony of the night Upon you, I set my sight Bodies become one... As a web of passion is spun... This is the night of love... Slowly... drifting... off...until... The next day of love