The leaves on her branches
They hang there so loosely...

She wraps her arms around me
So stronge but yet so free...

Will I ever taste her name
Upon my hungry lips...

You are my rosey redhead
My bright red rosebud...

There is no exceptions
No conditions or reservations...

Her eyes are like mirrors
Reflections into her soul...

I am but your reflection
A small fraction of you...

The fresh scent of her smell
Came upon me like thin air...

I am your skin
And it's my thrill...

My heart so loves to travel
Alot of useless miles it's seen...

The Yellow Moon glistens
As it flickers all about...

I see him over there
But he doesn't see me...