Rose, Roses, Rosewood
She smell like roses. Her skin was so soft, like them.
They were sitting, body against body, the moonlight reflecting in her eyes, his hand over her heart.
The little wind was doing fly her hair, they were quiet, smiling, happiness to be in love each other.
Her closed eyes, his heat was enough to warm up her, and him,looking the stars , was singing a happy song.
She was fragile like roses. Her heart was as pur as their.
She redressed her head, opened her eyes and asked :
What do you singing ?
I don't know this one, is that your new song ?
He smile at her and slowly caressed her hair.
No, it's nothing at all. Just something about I was thinking.
Which one ?
Well, it could be called ' Rosewood'.
She was beautiful like roses. Her red lips like the darkest of them.
And ?
And it could takling about you..
Really ?
He nodded. She smile.
Thanks.
Oh, it's nothing. I think – no, I'm sur, that the most of my songs are talking of you..
She smile again. Her smile was certainly the most wonderful he ever seen. He was full of passion, love and happiness.
He earned and slowly kissed her.
It was so beautiful, like each time he kissed her.
Her voice was sweet and full of love like their song.
Did I tell you that I've a horse call Rosewwod ?
Yes, you did.
She smiles again.
He kissed her in the corner of her eyes, slowly.
Actually, I think that's what pushed me to write it.
She put her arms around his neck and hugged him with all the strenght she was having.
She placing her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.
He raised up his eyes to see the stars in the night sky. He was feeling like the happiest man, right here, with her, just dependent of her.
He just never couldn't stop to love her.
Her passion was the deepest I've never known, that's the reason I'm so in love with her.
She's the flowers of my life, the rose I'll never would lost.
