Bed of roses
Bed of roses, masque laid upon.
If trued is beneath the rose then illusion lies above.
If thoughts are left unspoken, ideas are your true love.
While steps are taking, drawing closer to the sea.
Since the sea is endless, this is as close as I’ll ever be.
Long lost love of mine, show me a glimpse of who you are.
Remove your hand from my hidden face. Long lost love.
Forgotten soul of mine, shine a light towards the stars.
Guide me onto the path of grace.
Your hidden touch underneath the cloaked veil
The stars shine amongst your dreams
Let light erase your flaws.
If trued is beneath the rose then illusion lies above.
If thoughts are left unspoken, ideas are your true love.
While steps are taking, drawing closer to the sea.
Since the sea is endless, this is as close as I’ll ever be.
Long lost love of mine, show me a glimpse of who you are.
Remove your hand from my hidden face. Long lost love.
Forgotten soul of mine, shine a light towards the stars.
Guide me onto the path of grace.
Your hidden touch underneath the cloaked veil
The stars shine amongst your dreams
Let light erase your flaws.
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: The Unwanted Poet | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 december 2009 | ||
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