Lady in red
On a summer afternoon, I was standing on a balcony...
Watching the world go by me...
Cars speeding beneath me, birds flying above me...
But nothing was as special as something on the other side of the street...
On a balcony like mine, stood a girl surrounded by beautiful roses...
A girl in a dress the color of early cherries...
She was touching the roses, caressing them...
Like a mother caresses her newborn child...
And none of those roses were a match for her sparkling beauty...
They couldn't compete with her in any way...
'Couse the roses couldn't smile like she did...
They didn't have the same glittering eyes...
They couldn't move as gracious as her...
Move like a lady, every move complementing the other...
And her proud look when she regarded the roses...
Those noble and incredibly warm eyes...
Oh how would I like to see my reflection in them...
Oh what would I give to be a rose she was touching...
To feel her gentle touch on my skin...
Her fingers hovering over my body...
And then she started to sing...
And her sweet and melodius voice drifted to me...
It was like a song of a thousand birds...
A voice that would tame the wildest of beasts...
I watched her for a long time...
I didn't noticed when minutes become hours...
I was mesmerized, completly entranced...
But then suddenly it was over...
She entered her house and was gone form my sight...
I waited an hour longer but she didn't come back...
Finally I gave up, and noticed how late it was...
That night I had sweet dreams, dreams about my lady in red...
Post je objavljen 03.06.2005. u 08:22 sati.