RO'S SONG
I
come to St Valentine's Garden,
Where roses grow sweet and so wild;
Touching the dew of their petals,
Kissing the pain of your smile.
I climb where the mountains so cloudy,
Are piercing the mist of your dreams;
Breathless I wait for your calling,
Nothing is quite what it seems.
There in the desert we're watching,
Leonids streaming the sky;
Holding your hands I am shaking,
But somehow I never know why.
If you are Cupid I'm Psyche,
I lifted the lantern of oil;
I'm wishing I never had done it,
Thus perfect romances are spoiled.
I'm cold in the aftermath; lonely,
St Valentine's Garden must fall;
I knew for a while that I loved you,
Now I know nothing at all.
You came in the cold of the winter,
To tell me the story at last;
But I have lost Valentine's roses,
And innocence lies in the past.
Ro's Song
