• What is left cannot be left unsaid
    With whispered word and hearts so sweet
    I dare not fathom if I may compete
    He speaks them true in free flowing time
    Yet I stand alone and offer no dime
    I would rather speak them to your face
    For your reaction is what I pray for dear
    Stressed
    Pressed
    Contemplating a worldwide sin
    I cannot bear to darken your load
    Yet you need to know
    Or rather I should show
    Every thought comes back to you
    From eyes that fire stars in failing light
    To hair long, free flowing and dark as night
    Skin so warm, that matches your beauty within
    Yet you look in carnival glass
    Letting social ideals shape you a mold
    Yet you forget, my gentle rose
    You do not fit and yes it's true
    You break the mold with leaves unfurled and emerald green
    Five feet tall
    Yet half an inch less then than the Leo hath spoke
    This rose is not meant to stay as a potted plant
    Her crimson petals doth shame the sun as it shines so bright
    And from where you live, I bet it glares at you with utter spite
    You are better than a stereotype can hold
    Some say 'good', but I say 'best'
    From a biased opinion to a medical fact
    You try to argue, but I keep my defense intact
    Ta Risel means more than wheat you've been told
    Sigh, but I believe the verb to grow old
    If only you knew how much you meant to me
    Ta Risel
    Si Fehl
    La-ra ti sehl
    Now I sleep with a mask again