You are my dollhouse
You are my trumpet
You are a poetic man...
Oh William Shakespeare, will you marry my
soul?
For I will die
A lonely heart
Oh please don\'t tell me this is over
Pink roses tell a story through our prose
And timely wonders
Don\'t go asunder
To kill is to kill with pride
As we write the pages of our story
With the greatest blood of words
Oh what a conspiracy...my darling eerie
Pink chandeliers fall from the sky
Rose petals lie
On particular loves;
To kill the pages of this sin
I must kiss William Shakespeare
I must kill my soul
For what it\'s worth, I am one in a
million
Bestow upon me
Your greatest seeds
And watch me grow like a tree--
Tall, sensuous, sexy, and blithe
She swings in the breeze
This tall yellow tree
And this rose
A war of many hearts
Has won...
Oh William Shakespeare, will you marry me
when I\'m old?
For I am old for many reasons,
But you are the only one
Who lights my fire right;
Kiss me with your blood
And take my heart away
Let the chandelier fall upon us
On this very day...
I love you more
Than words can say
I love you more
Than night and day
Thank you for
Your blood and worth
Thank you for
Your words of mirth
Shakespeare, Shakespeare
I love you
Shakespeare, Shakespeare
Send me to the moon
For words like this
Will die soon--
For my poetry is a conspiracy
And so are you
My dying rose--