I lay roses from the tip of the door,
gradually to the end of the staircase,
In my hand a rainbow bouquet,
partially filled with French roses,
prayers, and Love poems.
I wait for you darling,
I wait for that bell ring,
I wait for you,
as I did before I got your attention,
I wait for you that I may stroke your hair,
I wait for you, that even as you tire,
I prepare my harp, flute and lyre,
That I may swing you away,
into the world of your desires.