• My soul bleeds like rose petals
    my mind drops thoughts like rain drops
    her image to me that of precious metals
    if her love leaves me...my heart beat please stops

    a few kind words and id be her lover
    if i wasnt already her slave
    picking leaves off the four time clover
    oft making pacts...im the gods to save

    i often wonder if my heart is true
    if my feelings wander from her to you
    love is something for you to hold
    if i was to be so bold

    as to finaly...after all this time...tell you my feelings...to become more than a slave to them.