I saw her that morning..
She was dancing again with her long red dress on..
She was beautiful like a red rose blossomed in a field of thorns..
I wanted to come closer by her..
Her shining beauty was attracting my eyes..
She was burning in my veins..
With her reddish face.. I saw a bit shyness and a wide grieve..
She was thirsty for drinking my tears..
I wanted to touch her body..
While she was passing by my dead soul..
I wanted to smell the rose that was tied on her hair..
She was moving her eyes far from