The painter whispers to the rose
Shall I ever portray thee proper?
Unveil the blood red hue of your perfect petals
Pull back the curtain on your eternal love?
How did your recipe of soil and water
Divinely spring to a timeless glory?
A man so desperate, whispers to his muse
Could I dress, adorn you with pure passion
Croon the song storming in my heart
Brooding since I first laid eyes
Soft caressing as warm wind, rain and sun
Embrace the thorn that faults your stem
The painter whispers to the rose
Can you make this lover smile?
As I pose and toil with canvas and oil
Bringing you to life as if from a dream
Where you’re slow dancing with sweet William
Born on an artist’s easel down by a weeping sea.
