I will give you a one red rose,
     as long as from the ground
     up to your beloved spot of mine.
I will never give you flowers.
That is a man's thing to do.
Not in this house one mess with
          the customs - they're
               divinely designed.
                               "Boo, hoo."


                                         I said once.
                    May remind you twice.
                        Fourth'll be the time
                               you meet my ice.

                                "Boo, hoo."

Don't care of your style,
     aspirations, dreams,
     or that you don't drink wine.
Don't care of your stupid face,
     passionate embrace or
     rythmic dance between my thighs.
Don't care of your love.
I was told by God once
     that love we do know is a men's sin.
Truly godly one the one is which
     remains in the distance.
"And, the red rose?" - you may ask.
That's the one reserved for the occasion
            when you'll be at threshold of our
                                                     destination.

Like sun and moon, we part out ways
I whirl round your earth, while you rotate mine

Steamy gases fill the air
Cool my soul
Love affair

Quite magical
We come as one,
Solar eclipse
Our love has won.

you're more than anyone in the realm of everyone
but,
I am never able to comprehend
"who you are to me" entirely.

we can't go backwards
but if we could
I wish
it would be to that perfect twilight,
just me and you
standing on that quite crowded boulevard.
I remember
we didn't talk much as always,
but I felt you deep inside my heart,
"our eyes would have made love" perhaps.
That night we celebrated our love with our souls.

In peace together you lie,
With a breeze gently brushing by,
I feel your love wrapping me tenderly,
Us three,
What separates us we cannot see,
What brings us together is a love for eternity.