Kicking Over Toadstools

Do you remember when we danced like wistful fools? I was always mesmerised by your countenance At every angle, your face was like sustenance So much so I'd get misty-eyed, kicking over toadstools. Till you told me you loved me Then we'd go hand in hand, kicking russet red leaves Whilst they were still raining down from the trees Do you remember the chestnut glimmer in your eyes? When we were alone do you remember crisp blue skies? And a kiss like a burning sun sweet as an autumn plum Ooh, at every angle your face was like sustenance And I haven't finished eating you yet.