Midnight's Rose

MIDNIGHT'S ROSE

In a castle, in the hills of... Ohio?
Born at midnight
A red rose... perfumed with desire.


The One piece that he couldn't find
That missing piece... fell right into his lap
The last piece of his puzzle
The last piece of his puzzle


Lamp lit night... timeless delight
Tongue flamed fire... knowledge of desire
Forbidden schemes... breeze blown dreams
Subservient heart... love becomes art…


What is that sweet smell?
What have I let myself touch?
It must have been you...
Delicious desire.


A soft fragrance my message.
Love is nature's scent...
Inhale... taste the air...
I can barely speak your name.
Oh, love's aroma.


In a castle, in the hills of... Ohio?
Born at midnight
A red rose... perfumed with desire.


© Gina Giambone & Giorgio Caserini












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