Not Flower

I touch a Gossamer Sensation
I heard a Whisper of Emotion
I feel a Misty Perception
And my brain tells me want more
Somethings that happened for the first time
Seem to be happening again
A crimson rose
A beacon of love A carmine rose
A flame in the night The fantasy love
The fantasy flower Not flower
It seems we stood untold like this before We looked at each other
That white blouse are the clothes you wore
And my brain tells me want more Not flower
But visions they hold Not mist
But mystery enfolds
A dreamer planting, A dancer spinning
A castle in the clouds, A mirage in the desert A fantasy love
A fantasy dream A fantasy love
A fantasy dream A fantasy love
A fantasy dream