"Whirlpool of Love" neil laurence © 2008 hp inc.

. . . she trembled as she touched him restless as a tempest in a storm

in her eyes fires burning swept him drifting from the shore

in deep emotion this goddess holds him with kiss so fine

sends hiim spinning to the moon spinning in a whirlpool of love he’s spinning

. . . a sailor on the wild sea lightning striking on the bow

at the helm but helpless she pulls him down ‘till he falls

the thunder’s crashing as waves of passion awaken ghosts of time

sends hiim spinning to the moon spinning in a whirlpool of love he’s spinning

round and round and round and round round and round and round

. . . in tender arms unfolding searching for a beacon in the night

lost upon open seas yet safe in embers of her eyes

taste of salty ocean breeze blowing cool over new spilled wine

sends hiim spinning to the moon spinning in a whirlpool of love he’s spinning

spinning in a whirlpool of love he’s spinning