Do we reveal, only what we feel?
I look up to the sky.
And only wonder how.
That I was to find your heart.
I've looked into your eyes.
Seen the roses in their glow.
I hope the roses, will stay in bloom.
Never fade, never show blue.
The time spent with you.
Will begin again.
Another canvas.
To begin in pen.
When you grab ahold of me.
My pain and anger dissapears.