Dance of the Wild Rose

Petals and all, in love I fall. Swing and sway your pretty fingers, the memory in me still lingers. Lovely fragrance to me appeal, and I, grabbing your thorns start to yell and squeal.

Cursed sapling be I for seizing so bold, this dancing love that escaped my hold. A Snapdragon’s need for his blossom red, yet she hungers for everybody else´s attention instead. Her appetite can never be fully satisfied, and my moves have already been denied.

Sweet curiosity is what she likes best, from a crazy sunflower with a yellowy chest, or that dandy daffodil with a jazzy crest. Swing and sway your pretty fingers, The memory in me still lingers.

A wish you can grip on a leash, but only for so long. Aster my friend, my resolve is ever so strong. I lay here waiting near the bush for a chance to sprout, your lilac attitude will be mine, I shout.

Swing and sway your pretty fingers, The memory in me still lingers.