You are so sweet, dear, and kind,
Loving of heart, gentle in mind.
Oh, to be loved by a man like you,
Would be so wonderful, but who
Does my stubborn heart select,
A man who does my heart reject
My love, my caring, my passion,
Guess I'm not his taste or fashion
To love and respect, to have and to hold,
Leaving my heart shattered, feeling cold,
For his presence brings such a chill,
Though my love burns brightly for him still.
The rose I see amidst the thorns,
The heart I see that it adorns,
Will never ever my love return,
No matter how much for him I yearn.
I am his lady, I am all his,
I crave not more than his touch, his kiss.
A flame within's burning bright and strong,
Gladly I'd forgive his every wrong.
Inside my heart, a passionate rose,
Lives because of Love that flows
Rivers and oceans, a frothing sea,
Deeply, so deeply, inside of me.
My Love burns deep, not to scorch,
But to fuel the flame of the torch,
For whom it glows, for whom it lives,
For whom it breathes, for whom it gives,
The Love, the Passion, always on fire,
An inferno of lava flowing desire.
But my Love so true is sadly wasting,
For the man I Love reaps joy from basting
My heart with seasonings to cause despair,
To shred my heart beyond repair.
Although I long for your loving arms,
My heart is smitten by his charms.
But as time goes by, this spell he cast,
Is growing weaker at long last,
For in my dreams he's all but gone,
Now any day shall come the dawn,
When I'll awake with eyes for you,
As well my heart beating true.
I will reach to hold you tight
And in your arms I'll feel just right.