††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† By Catt Kingsgrave-Ernstein, May 2000
Itís ironic, you know.†††
To look up and discover love, bursting with blossom
Just days before snow, and to realize we knew it was Autumn
When both of us planted this seed...
† ††††††††† I love you
Bitter that I must leave you.† Sweet that I have known you at all
Bitter that I should grieve you.† Sweet the flight before the fall
Oh it hurts to see this finality
When the passion between us is still burning strong
But we knew in our hearts, From the moment we kissed
That fire like this burns bright, But it never burns long
Bitter to think of tomorrow.† Sweet to remember today on my tongue.
Secret the whispering sorrow for all of our story that must go un-sung
Oh, it kills me to go when both of us know
That soon I may never return at all
But we know in our hearts, every time that we kiss
That when passion like this takes flight, Weíve no choice but to fall
And oh, how I fell!
Rapturous, reckless, and all the while, knowing too well
That is isnít the fall, but the swift, sudden stop at the end
That breaks you
Bitter the fear of forgetting.† Sweet to treasure the memory of you
With never the chance of regretting, nor bitterness colour this passion untrue
For your eyes colour over my waking and dreams,
Cutting far deeper for leaving you so
But I know in my heart, from the moment we part
That treasures like this may burn deep,
But Iíll never let go
Never let go... Never let go...† And I love you.