The lust of desire

Roses are red
Violets are blue
These few words I speak
Are created especially for you

You would dance through the fire
Of passion and love
The lust of desire
The grudge. The rush

Your pearly white blues
I drown into endlessly
The stars in the sky, the miniscure reflection of whats on the pool
I can only say that it draws me more near

I try to hold on to myself
Stop myself from letting go
Let the mind do the driving
Before I make an insane move

And there it was
It happened
Faster
Than a bolf of lightening

...the kiss
...the moonlight
...the red rose had been plucked
...the defenition of love has just been concieved