The roses of the Philippines stretch across Manila Street, bursting with the vanity of summer rain cardinal and cinnamon, damask, wine, vermillion the patchwork mask of Harlequin in a parade He woos the lady with his dance, like your thorny eloquence I wish for things I cannot ask of you to say I count the days from then to this when you woke me with a kiss to the day when I wont miss you like I do today How will I know when to let it go, let it fall as soft as snow, maybe then How will I know when Im over you, when tears give way to something new, maybe then Ill love again I dig the earth upon my knees, geraniums and peonies, lavender and rosemary to fill the hours Planting roots to catch and start and distract my hurting heart, surrendering to the art of blooming flowers How will I know when to let it go, let it fall as soft as snow, maybe then, maybe then. Maybe Ill know when Im over you, when tears give way to something new, and maybe then Ill love again And so the petals bloom and fade, curling up in morning shade, I still wish for words Ill never hear you say I count the days from then to this when you woke me with a kiss to the day when I wont miss you like I do today
maybe, woke, damask, vermillion, peony