The Raven and the Rose

On darkest nights with moonlight lace I chance to walk amongst the roses therein to see your face- for love grows within the thorns and there where two hearts are gathered oneness of the soul is born- I think upon the rain that in glory washed your face sadness was your shadow your friend was that of pain but now the storm must surely end for the rose sends that of happiness broken hearts it doth mend- But one day within the garden the raven flew in grace- haunted by the memories he saw within the sinners eyes reflections embrace chaotic night he grasps the lovers souls so once more they can fly- The raven takes the rose so together two hearts can dance born to fly as one embrace this life of chance explode unto the morning sun-