A rose so bloody red,
As finest silky thread
Being stretched by our lives
Between the embers in our eyes.
My Angel, My Divine,
My calamity and inner peace –
Entangled, intertwined,
Bizarre are our destinies.
Imagine being in love,
Embraced in warming hands;
As purest, humble dove,
Love really knows no ends.
Who really knows what your heart holds?
The spinning galaxy unfolds
So many mysteries about us.
A grave for them was dug, and thus,
Bewitching, darkling and so nighty skies,
They tremble in your perfect brown eyes.
"Desire" rhymes well with "fire",
"Love" sometimes rhymes with "half",
Your man has never been a liar,
And he believes he's had enough.