A sweet scent I smell, seeming lively and quite gay,
As I wander through gardens of leisure.
Never have I seen this sight of today,
As I cast my eyes 'pon purest pleasure.
I pa** the roses, delicate leaves touching I,
As if to plea for my affection
Gifting me with courage- no, tell a lie:
Testing the cords for an imperfection.
Red mists of love, I smell it's scent-
It never fades from my mind.
Locked heart in place, like cold, hard cement,
Never lost, yet so easy to find.
In a cloud of mists, a heavenly red,
I devour the taste of love in its true form,
I feel the blood in my heart as it bled,
The red mists of love, the thunder before the storm.