Just something.

Sing.

If you asked for a red Rose,

I would never be afraid.

For you,

I would stain it with my hearts own blood,

My chest against a thorn.

I would sing to you under the moonlight:

Sing the birth of love,

Sing the birth of passion,

I would sing until the red Rose heard me and trembled with ecstasy.

When the sun did shine,

I would give no answer.

For love is better than life,

and what is the heart of mine compared to yours.