If a rose could think it would think of things happy,
If a rose could speak it would speak of things truly,
If a rose could feel it would have to be sneaky, full of too much pride a rose needs to feel pretty.
If a rose could know when you were around it would know jealousy,
because out of nature and chance,
after nature made the rose,
it still chose to make you with more beauty.

Comes the sun with my waking eyes
and it's almost worse than last night
I'm feeling wounded from my dreams
so far away she is from me,
When I wake they fade away
places so familiar in sleep
treat me as a stranger in their own
and I feel wounded from my dreams
Until I wake to find her here with me.

The twirl of our two bodies entwined
Making myself hard to find
Between your legs and against your arms
My skin melts into yours
The smell of your neck drips into my nose
Humid, like the surrounding air
Laying still like taking a pose
Moving slower than given time goes
Sticking to you with my brain
I can't refrain from
Hoping that we remain
Entwined.