Flagrante Della Cœur

Oh Such Warmth, Would It Provide, Were I Present, By Your Side Oh What Primal Passion, Unleashed Were I Knelt, At My King's Feet See The Flame Of Heart, Which Burns Warming, Cleansing, Each By Turn Flaming Hearth, Mere Second Stands, Viewed Beside The Heat Of Man The Chill Of Loneliness Doth Flee Wrapped Within The Arms Of Thee The Frost Of Soul Begins To Melt With Face Pressed Into Partners Pelt With Shining Eye, And Tremb'ling Voice Request Is Made: 'Is This Your Choice?' Hearts' Cohesion, Our Final Aim Forgetting Those Who Thought Love, Games Restoring Life, Hemmed Mental Seams Build Together, Our Finest Dreams Warm Am I, If Close To Thee I speak Plain, You Are Loved By Me