my rose has bloomed this year, deep red,
not one bloom is double hearted in the bed...
Your love for me is over now - you were bled
of decent feeling, of the woman you were to wed.
Now I think of you as dead. Sunk in the ground,
where the sun never reaches, where you're not found.
The sweetest sound is the voice you love.
The call you hunger for when life is tough
All the love in the world will not bring you back,
the hapizardness has circled, split, formed a crack.
I reach out in my sleep, wander off the path,
up the mountains to the caves, to the dark half
of desire, the blissful find, the treasure at x
the moment we mingle the rich roll of sex.
It's always imagined, never conceieved,
the fabric is stretched, to show the weave.
Linked beyond pain, linked to the brain,
you see me in anger, I see you in rain.
My eyesight fails, I await the pure sound
every evening, a cry on a moon time round,
Leaves me to weep, we're in too deep,
the single rose says,"No good he's a creep!"
Turn around widdershins, turn around now
open your heart to me, see me say "WOw!"
I held your heart, I was in your power,
Now it's gone - leaves a single flower.