Fantasies Come Alive

This rose is for your crimson-flood wine
And this wine is for your clean-cut rose
The burning desires to osculate your lips
Is grasping me to take heed to the touch
Feeling in all the haze
My romance for you is a purgatori on its own

I love you on this blue bus
Only in the darkness will this love grow higher
Embraced by the moonlight touch of your skin
Frozen mantra chanted by your name
And you will know that I love you
This burning rose will never die or crack at the crimson sight

Fervor grows upon your heart of mind
My chivalry passionates the life we chose in lust
And love will grasp a hold and pull us in closer
Raped by love, we give into the beauty of our merging souls
I pass to give you a kiss in the blood-cold rain
We are the reason fantasies come alive