Two years passed and he has not touched the rose
Not a kiss, nor a hug, not even a word.
She doesn’t know why; it’s the path her heart chose
She wants to stand out; she finds it absurd.
Day and night passed, his affection shatter
Shes lost her grip, scared to fall in darkness.
The once intense love is now so bitter
Full of pain deep inside blocks her trueness.
Yet life it’s not over, she must move on.
A new love flourishes like a fresh inspiration,
The hope of spring came, this love is her sun
A love that showers her heart like a lotion.
The rose moves like windy waves of clouds as
Each time our heart goes blind with love, that’s life.
–Jamie Centeno, Xavier Rivas – March 2010
Not a kiss, nor a hug, not even a word.
She doesn’t know why; it’s the path her heart chose
She wants to stand out; she finds it absurd.
Day and night passed, his affection shatter
Shes lost her grip, scared to fall in darkness.
The once intense love is now so bitter
Full of pain deep inside blocks her trueness.
Yet life it’s not over, she must move on.
A new love flourishes like a fresh inspiration,
The hope of spring came, this love is her sun
A love that showers her heart like a lotion.
The rose moves like windy waves of clouds as
Each time our heart goes blind with love, that’s life.
–Jamie Centeno, Xavier Rivas – March 2010