Whispers of their breath echoes of ecstasies the rose was a ******, the nectar was strong So the ant searched her petals, at the fall of the first light
Her fragrance filled the garden, the dancing leaves of an olive against the wind, riding on a dragon's back, breathing in and out, the flames of their hearts
Guns and roses blood and tears to the bone we bled Bonnie and Clyde and in oblivion we merged as, Romeo and Juliet