Very loosely influenced by a poem/lyric by Goethe (Das Heidenroselein)
Lyrics
A boy loved a rose
And it did threat to sting
If he took it from the vine
Not a rose
In truth
I long to be
Pressed against you
Until faded
Dry
Wrinkled
And scented with nostalgia
Your breath and lips
Caress my cheek
So many marred leaves
You prune away
Till I am seen in a perfection
A touch of craziness this is
Longing to be captured
Torn from the fullness of independence
Your breath and lips
Caress my cheek
So many marred leaves
You prune away
Till I am seen in a perfection
Even if this is a short life
In the wild of the world
I am made glad
Simply lying on your pillow
I will not mark the time
Only that you have loved
This Heidenrose Alein
