This rose is crimson
Gifted with color in its soul
But not as deep as this love
For it’s colors don’t stop when we are full
They keep going,
Soothing our souls
Replacing all of the emptiness
And giving us something to hold onto
Just one place remains empty
In my hand where yours should be
But not for long, as soon we meet
Again just like we used to be
This rose has layers
Many petals that lead to the core
But not as layered as the walls around me
You took them down and they live no more
Instead we have layers of... this
Layers and layers of real magic
Blanketing us like nothing else
This feeling, this love- real magic
And this one place may be empty
In my hand, where yours should be
But not for long as soon we meet
Someday... when we are free
