As I pass by I see roses giving love.
Rivers bringing harmony and peace sung by the dove.
A place so fresh-So new,
Only those who believe will be there-So few.
A scent drifting in the wind into different directions,
That's how your heart's changed due lost affection.
So that rose I give you is to drop my sorrow.
That rose is not given to show red-But plant a seed tomorrow.
The dove's lyrics included"Show your pearls upside down".
Macbeth is your king reigning a wooden crown.
I have blinded my sight by your dream.
Arnold saw it on Dover and Sophocles on the Aegen Sea.
The sun scolding those plants by your dream's kindness.
A beautiful place.
