In dreams I have delighted in you , now my heart is found ripped in two , by you’re icey stare , and olive eyes , and sharpened breath from which know no lies .
For the manacles we made were but a monkey in our heads , For flowers I must give and on this bridge I wait , nothing but bird song and the sounds of the waters below .
The rushing of the wind , tbe pale sun dims , the evening primrose fades , as in memories of you in the twilight ghosts of the fireflies wait , for you . I shall wait until the darkness clears , for many a night I have waited here , and though another mans love you pine , you’re love will be forever mine .
My blood how it mingles in the cold flowing water , for I kept my promise , Red waters for red roses , and a blood red sunrise , When the morning breaks , Pritty poses !