Mili

Rose Blush

Blush, Rose, blush,
a tingle at my tender touch.
The passion and desire are much too much,
blush, Rose, blush.

Our first date was more than I ever dreamed,
the flash of teeth and brilliant smile.
By dessert, your green eyes sparkle at my guile,
and my doubts about you’re wanting me were eased.

Blush, Rose, blush,
a tingle at my tender touch,
The passion and desire are much too much,
blush, Rose, Blush.

Hand in hand, as we walk though the night,
a sure feeling that this is right.
so strong and sure, the thought,
that you could be the one… maybe not?

Blush, Rose, blush,
a tingle at my tender touch.
The passion and desire are much too much,
blush, Rose, blush.

Time passes and the feeling grows,
I confess the love from my heart, I know.
Barriers down, my soul exposed, released,
the pent up passion is finally eased.

Blush, Rose, Blush,
A tingle at my tender touch,
The passion and desire are much, too much,
Blush, Rose, blush,

Blush, Rose, blush,
I tingle at your tender touch.
The passion and desire are not too much,
blush, Rose, blush.

                 –  By K.C. Miller