The gift of perfect beauty,
Lies within her fragile hands.
Her scarlet face of velvet weeps,
When moonlight floods the land.
...
So much
Angled in a way so as to disguise
And yet it lingers on minds as a mystery
Truths to be said, and lips to gently kiss
...
The Love Of A Rose
The gift of perfect beauty,
Lies within her fragile hands.
Her scarlet face of velvet weeps,
When moonlight floods the land.
A loving hand and careful touch,
May bring her close to you.
And as you kiss her soft red lips,
Breathe in her sweet perfume.