RED

A red rose,

The rose of love,

The rose for funerals,

Today I held a red rose,

In my arms.

Was it a rose of love,

Or of the love dead in me?

The funeral of my heart.

A red dress,

An expression of love,

An expression of pain.

Today I wore a red dress,

Over my body.

Was it an expression of love,

Or of pain?

The pain in my heart.

Red wine,

The wine of love,

The wine of distress.

Today I sipped red wine.

Was the occasion love,

Or was it distress?

Of what I feel inside.

Red colour,

The color of love,

The color of pain.

I see red all around,

Lost amidst the love,

And the pain.

Should I love,

Or feel the pain?

Red.

Befado.