Deep Vermillion Do Play
The heaviest of heavens pluck the heart
Drawn of bittersweet figures of delight
As with your shadow with these she did play
Different flowers odors do seem
A little bit with the others in hue.......
Saturn lays at the doorstep of love
Hath a spirit of love in the youth
When proud pied June, dressed in all its warmth
The roses so red blooms with sweet sweet smell...........
Cruel of souls of the wicked do play
Cast away cold this frightful day
What more is there to offer
What more I do pray...................
It's quite a burden I do declare
The beautiful light simply went away
The tears are shed on this mournful night
Holding onto souls trying to find the light...............
Oh yes tho almighty One I do pray
Sweeps the mournful many night skies
Looking around searching for the lies
Waiting and searching for the fateful fright...
The deep vermillion do play
With each others hearts come what may
To measure a man at the pearly gates
Look oh look what you will undertake...
The Rose of orange they do play
The hearts of red will love to stay
The tears of yellow will come what may
each and every fateful day......
BROOKE
Copyright © Brooke Dylan | Year Posted 2014
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