So he bought me a rose
He open the door to my heart that was hurt
And I notice his love by the look in his eyes
He’s gonna make things right
For the rest of our life
He’s gonna hold me tight
Do all those little things
For the rest of our life.
What’s with the rose?
Curling its petals open
As if called by the heavenly
I want to know, I want to hear!
What’s in the rose?
Beaming its crimson hue
As if tinted by the blood of life
I want to know; I want to hear!
How will i know? How will i hear?
I see your beauty like no other;
I touch your softness with its fragility;
I smell your breath that mesmerize me;
And I hear you whisper …
“Wherever your steps will bring you;
Whenever you dream away
Vulnerability to what comes,
Gentleness to act;
Grit from all disturbances,
Happiness to what becomes”
I take you with me, so i will know;
I hide you in me, so i will hear.
I give myself in, i open myself up;
From all the LOVE around me.
What was said to the rose that made it open
was said to me here in my chest.
What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was whispered the jasmine
so it is what it is, whatever made sugarcane
sweet; whatever was said to the inhabitants
of the town of Chigil in Turkestan that makes
them so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate
flower blush like a human face, that is being
said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence
in language, that’s happening here. The great
warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane, in love with
the one to whom every that belongs!