There are two red roses drawing on the cup of coffee.
Two destinies carved in time without knowledge in mind,
But eyes can deny inside the black devil pupils.
Mysteries rose at the sound of the cathedral bells.
Violins, clarion and feeling played the life illusion.
Mystic view engraved inside the cave of the heart.
There are two red roses in a vase in the room.
Leaves will fall on the table as golden season.
Temple of the wishes raised in garden roses.
Worlds carry by invisible hands uncountable stories.
Pictures framed in a cage keep the key of the soul.
Where to the roses will rest at the end of time?
Leaves of the roses and words were closed by the book,
And a red colors not exist in a darkened page turned off.
Perfume goes away by the wind crossing rivers and castles.
Stories never told before, arise now by unforgettable knight.
Swords in blood, and roses in red, are made from passions.