My confession...
I wish it were not so,
a kiss of mine was stolen
but of such sweet sorrow.
The knightly thief
did come just ere dawn,
and across the glass he leaned
to gain a golden dream.
My confession...
I wish it were not so,
a kiss of mine was stolen
but of such sweet sorrow.
I too, leaned across a silver-lined mist
and as Heaven's gate opened for me
I entered in
and the thief stole my soul.
My confession...
I wish it were not so,
a kiss of mine was stolen
but of such sweet sorrow.
Oh! dear joy of mine,
mark'd with surrounding guilt,
this love I wanted to blosom
yet I wish it were not so
for only despair was found.
My confession...
I wish it were not so,
a chain formed a vow to my spirit,
forbidd'n wish cloaked in the fog of my mind
all seal the kiss I could not enjoy.