Even while we watch the blushes still clinging to identity
The morning’s already changing her garments
Sensations leap at what they see
Now becoming messengers
From the hidden places
Where they once
Lay dormant

Half-erased passion heeds pride, forgetting pleasure
While one decisive hour
Whisper’s in eternity
As your rose colored glasses measure
What the naked eye
Cannot see

Will forever turn away, lie blushing in the shade
Cling to an identity never known
If half-erased passion heeds that which fades
Wearing rose colored glasses
So the truth cannot be
Shown