oh...how I dream...dream of you my past anguish fills me with temptation so clear the memories of our days of youth the days of comfort in April bloom wandering with passion in our hearts the scent of spring we so adored spring sun filling souls with anguish ...with tender ripeness let me roam with the insects with passion and kisses this dying dream...it fades from me between aging roses this crimson tear scars me face ......sadness...... it fades from me...this dying dream fading...from...me... the days of scarlet passion the days that stay forever in my heart forever scarlet passion the days of sensual delight