| That Night by Witchy A meeting at night hearts a flutter eyes meet eyes in the distance, thunder The storm approaching trouble ahead the attraction undeniable the smell of roses the resistance fled He caresses her cheek longs to hold her near Her defenses are up, due to her fear She wants to know him understand there dream her consicence argue's he's not what he seems By fate there bound , but not this day He disappears behind the rose arch , they go there seperate ways. |