I kissed you under the harvest Moon, and your heart became black, I leaned over to touch your neck and you pushed me back, your eyes they told me of fear dwelling within and the look upon your face was like a mirrored reflection with a devilish grin.
I touched you where you liked, but no longer did it please, I caressed on your cheek, and you called me a tease.
I moved to touch, I loved you too much, but for all I am worth you are worthy of more, but less you understand, tis you that I adore.
I kissed you under the harvest moon, as the stars came out to play. And on this dark night of nights, your soul faded away. I am your love, I am your life, I know in heaven sent grace; some day you will be my wife.
Tantamount to rage, I am depressed within, like an actor upon the stage I am pleading to you to let me in. Deprived of love for far to long, I know your heat is all too strong, and here we lay in naked splendour, as I kissed you under the harvest moon.