The Dream

I dreamt of a man giving me a black rose, a symbol of death i suppose? Of graves in the dark; they have no mark; of ghostly faces and haunted places. What does it mean? or was it just a dream? Can't you see i'm dying? Can't you hear my heart, it's crying... There's nothing here to keep me alive our hearts beating together to that I strive. I'm like a puppet on a string, even bound by your ring! I will silently die, Oh please don't cry? I'm waiting for the spring in my life to return; the love in my heart will then begin to burn. Like a wild flower shows it's face after the rain; away will wash all my heartache and pain! Cos we'll be together, together forever! We will run and play have life only our way. So, my dream did come true; all thanks to you; but without the dying and pain; all washed away by your beautiful rain. I will touch your face; and leave no space; for our loving and kissing will blow away all the missing!