The Ballad of the Red Rose

If words were only willing to speak what my tongue wishes to form,

It would begin with you being the flavor of the sunset
For it leaves a taste that lingers till daybreak

Intertwined with smooth words of sonnets and lullabies
Twisting tongues speak with caressing voices,
Holding fast beautiful phrases and heart filled promises

If visions from these overlooking eyes were only able to stand still,For eyes do dream as i gaze.
I would ask for nothing more than to pause this moment in time and allow me to dream forever.

Tender touches of violet colour fades
Form the lips being pressed upon Scarlett shades
An image solely defined as the flow of the harp
Beautiful in design and placed against only the gentlest hands.

If willing, place my heart then against such a gentile touch
for it seeks comfort from the spur that pierces through

Shifting skies, hold fast restrained desires
And Wanting only unleashes repressed thoughts

With the final cords of the song brings the halt of the dance
The last pedal falls upon the calming waves,
And so ends the Ballad of the Red Rose.