Russell Nero (May 25th,1995)
Wrapped In A Dozen Roses
Steadfast, hold-strong; a pleading message to stay true
Alright! Alright! Alright! ; words to a crumbling song
A strawberry, a lonely strawberry painted from the essence of many
stains a disheveled canvas created from a crater of heartache
Destructive purposely, accidentally
love a fresh inquiry wrapped in a dozen roses
threaded, laced with thorns though a joyous smile accompanied
with a pleasant kiss
is enough to conduct a funeral, bury the doubt of deception
Optimism now surfaces as a sweet candle to uncover truth
while simultaneously truth whispers a silent 'I love you'
as jealousy secretly awaits to strike like a venomous serpent
or has it already latched on like an aggravating tick
the side effect being this frustrating phase
irrational rage towards other men
who would act to remove the soft hand of beauty from coveted, loving arms
A thousand deaths would suffice
instead of witnessing love fade, misery flooding psychologically
It cannot be taken...it just cannot be taken...
A greater happiness has never been known
nor has greater tears have ever been shed
Across the universe, travel across the universe
a trip would be made, challenged
if it only meant, if it only meant
intertwined in an embrace; fingers locked, cheek upon cheek
lips to ear, words to purpose
'I love you'
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