In your kisses, I would be content to live my life without apathy,nAnd in your smile, that gorgeous smile, I would have to sit and just wait a while,nAnd in you mind, in that place, where all these lovely things take their shape,nAnd through your eyes, those lovely sights, I could be at peace and write,nnBut in my bones you saw,nA day when our daemons finally won,nnOn story books and crumbs, the haunted love to love,nOn story books and crumbs, the haunted love to love,nnI am pining, shewing the summer away,nIn these things I’ve no desire, no desire to stay,nnIn your voice, you’re siren call, I am weak for evermore,nAnd your whispers, diffident and sure, may well be my only cure,nAnd In you hair, cascading down, shining like a waterfall at dawn,nIn these things, there’s another world, where we’re always one, in twirled,nnBut in my bones you saw,nA day when our daemons finally won,nnOn story books and crumbs, the haunted love to love,nOn story books and crumbs, the haunted love to love,nnI am pining, shewing the summer away,nIn these things I’ve no desire, no desire to stay.nnIn your kisses will I be, alway bound or freed?n