I.
He asked "What is love?"
I took his face in my hands
Kissed him, and said "This"
II.
Safe, warm and happy
I awoke in his arms
His breath on my neck
III.
He brought me roses
And with them a confession,
He was leaving me
IV.
The rose petals fall
Vivid red, like drops of blood
From a wounded heart
V.
If love should be sweet
Why is it always seasoned
With the salt of tears?