paraphrase for the rose

paraphrase for the rose

This rose so red

a rose is a rose

a word is a word

spring is not a text

and  love is love

and a word is a word

you, i long for you,

for your hidden softness

and a bird's nest

you, i call you,

chanting into wind,

the green leaves

tremble in the sun

i am a man-bird

who wants to rest

for these nights

and fly through the days

and i am a  warm stone

for you to lay

your  head on.

together we  breathe

and move naked,

love of life and death

revealed , timeless,

until we sleep

this rose so red

a rose is a rose

a word is a word

spring is not a text

and love is love

and a word is a word