Give me roses moi Cherie!
For I will grow it in my heart.
I will water it with my tears.
Thoughts of you make me weep in joy.
Now you not know my face.
I smell no roses in your hands.
Our dawn is all a mystery.
I never thought it would happen soon.
Give me comfort moi Cherie!
In your blossom I seek my heart.
I treasure your gentleness like life itself.
Memories of you are etched in my soul.
Perhaps I was mistaken?
I no more feel the gentle comfort of thy blossom.
Our dawn is just a glimpse.
Sadness and pain sits by my side.
Give me passion my love!
I beg of you for I am spent.
I cannot deny that our nightmare has begun.
I cannot tell when it began.
When has hatred being in our hearts?
How did our feelings change?
Your emotions I cannot name.
CAUSE our love bears grief.
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