Roses

11/2006



Have you ever heard of love I say, do you know its call?
Have you felt it burning, underneath it all
Underneath the mess, underneath the clothes,
underneath the masks as dapple as a rose.

With thorns and leaves high reaching escaping to the top
You see the petals bleeting crying from their prop.
Velvet are the textures, tender is the shoot
illusion never covers beauty at its root.

Pillows come at night, blankets cover all
laying near your body I smell roses while I fall.