The flowers of the flowers Where roses never had a name That was until the love story between a Rosyred And a BlueMoon came into play where their petals had never passed in the night and then their dreams made it happen out of sight and out of mind where stretching the truth from others was never easy because they could do nothing but talk about each other in real life and that was when it all became more than a dream and into a scrapbook of words and stories.