Your never hear the love of a woman
or the sound of her lonely voice
until he magically appears
and whispers in her ear ...

"Red Roses I will give and you will adore with the simple touch of my hand"

She will never share her heart, unless he is the perfect one
then red roses suddenly appear for their perfect love
and when he entered her glowing soul, his smile she would never perceive to lose ...

She's your lost fantasy , she will move your heart
but when he gives her that red rose, she will never part
out of passionate compassion, she will follow him
and make her home with his, if he will only have her this night ...

From the burning of their guts, with the touch of fingers sliding
she whispers notes of love yous, streaming from her mouth,
surged with swelling of the sprinted nurse heart
he heals her heart with love, the notes of their bodies, a longing
a wanting, a perfect song of red roses, sprinkled all around
their lives ...

Debbie Brooks 2014