Rose

Rose

This is Rose, the only one which knows
That every night I start a fight
... with myself.

With my heart, when I start
To dream about one heart
And a mind just as kind.
When I dream about a prince
And then since

You are there, you are here.
And than Rose took her close
Red as wine, soft as skin
...this is not a sin.

It is love for the one
Who keeps my dreams
In his life, in his heart
Secret passion, secret Rose
Not like those
Who appear- dissapear
With a word,with a sin.

You are here, and I'm near you.