You trap me in your gaze
my rosy pink lips and blush cheeks.
You stop time in a summer haze,
your soul snatching up mine
as it lies all faint and weak.
His voice it plays
a strange and lovely song
the finest tones I did hear.
He’s a quiet soul
but his affections are not those of meek.
His eyes are burning, set in a blaze
whenever he looks upon I.
His eyes betray, the things he can’t say,
a love called love, thus this we can’t speak.
An intense echo drums the halls
and sends shivers to down to your feet.
Like a red rose in summer
that blooms in the day,
a majestical symphony performed
in silence.
warming the hearts of we;
we hearts of wind to flame changing,
night to day.