There he is shedding his broken sin kissing the red woven lips that brought him here where love is painting that's where he has been........ For a moment he fears that this is the end there she is standing in her white lace and her top most pearls her tender hand brushes back her hair this he will always defend... Now the doors did open among the flowers red roses converted to red woven kisses, holding his heart along side touching her mouth with his hand and all that devours... Yes those red woven kisses have got him by the throat kissing the life away from the hearts it does touch and all that leave she will always miss... Brooke Dylan 2014