Red for fire,
Passion of heart.
I have loved her,
From the very start.
Clouds are booming,
Lightning strikes.
Her and I have,
Always been alike.
My heart burns,
I lose control.
I have now learned,
To pay the toll.
Blue of skies,
My hearts desire.
My soul, it sings,
Like the voice of a chior.
Loving tenderness,
travel the world.
My heart was once rolled up,
But now has unfurled.
Red for fire,
Passion of heart.
I have loved her,
From the very start.
I have fallen in love,
I feel a catastrophe.
My heart was heavy,
But now is free.
My hope begins to quiver,
As I wait for my dream.
Yet again I awake,
Nothing is what it seems.
I hide in the shadows,
I see no effect.
I reveal myself,
Why, to this love, do I subject?
Shaking the ground,
Venom of love.
Fits all fools,
Just like a glove.
Red for fire,
Passion of heart.
I have loved her,
From the very start.
Red for fire,
Passion of heart.
I have loved her,
From the very start.
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