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.