Red of redwine Pipple of Royal pupple Fingers on talking keyboard My true love in Romeo and Juliet tales Tied in,between the West and East pole of our Distance but subtle love life Both waiting at the cross-road Our life's is been ticked away By the passage of time and tide Forlorn in her dark bed of silence Waiting the reture of her prodigal lover Her ribs of ribs From the desert of life's quest Romeo appeared bt storm while His peacock display's all in totality For her runaway prodigal lover Their eyelids spoke the Language Of fresh fruitful lover's To the melodies of their sane but Insane thoughts The battle of supremacy of Idea's Kissed freely, like never before Her brown chocolate tender lips Have I kissed once but in my dream