you are my rose, my beautiful rose
your sharp thorns
are tearing my fingertips,
gouging into the palms of my hands,
and carressing my eyes.
but what i feel
lives in a past world, my rose
you faded away, and so was your love
your red velvet leaves withered,
torned by doubt.
your passion, your love
flown away in time.
here i stand, holding you in my hand
rose, dispoiled of leaves, only the cruel thorns
who are cutting my flesh deeply.
i can feel that i've lost,
holding the lifeless rose against my heart,
waiting,
for the thorns to cut my soul.
one touch, my heart seems to be frozen
fused together with the thorns
every day, livind without you my mortal beloved,
in this forgotten world of evaporated hope
is a thorn in my flesh.
but however,
eventhough i'll wander around like a lost soul
and eventhough i'm lovelorn and filled with grief,
i shall love you, now and again...