Love is Red
I'll drink whiskey from the bottle
I'll drink sherry or moonshine
But my love is like a rare red wine:
A sacrament, exquisite, hard to find
The gladiolas in slow motion
Scar of tulips in the snow
But my love is like a red, red rose:
Coveted, expensive, hard to grow
Is she screaming bloody murder
Is she thrown across the bed
My love is red as any crime scene
From the curtains to the carpet, man
If you know what I mean
There is no other color scheme
My love is red as red as red can be
There are fireworks over the skyline
A fire engine down the street
But my love is red as sunset on the sea
My love is red
Too vivid to be believed
My love is red
Autor(es): David Poe