Rose-Tinted Flowerbeds

Behind the Valentine's treacle of cliche, lies the true beauty and innocence of the rose

The birds are singing in your eyes today,Sweet flowers blossom when you smile.The wind and sun, are in the words you say.Where might your lonesome lover be?Birds may be singing, in my eyes this day.Sweet flowers blossom when I smile.My soul is stormy, and my heart blows wild.My sweetheart rides a ship on the sea.I refuse to sail this ship alone, love.

The birds are singing in your eyes today,
Sweet flowers blossom when you smile.
The wind and sun, are in the words you say.
Where might your lonesome lover be?

Birds may be singing, in my eyes this day.
Sweet flowers blossom when I smile.
My soul is stormy, and my heart blows wild.
My sweetheart rides a ship on the sea.

I refuse to sail this ship alone, love.

  • 15 December 2012
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