Garden of Rose

Come, dance with me, in a garden of rose,
Don’t be frightened, see it was you that I chose,
Or, did you choose me,
Will we ever see,
Perhaps we shall not,
Or maybe, we simply forgot,
A life of pure beauty,
Not known until we are guilty,
Of eating the fruit of imagination,
Which inevitably gives us our damnation,
A banishment so harsh,
Thrown out into a marsh,
A world so cruel,
It seems as if it were created by a ghoul,
And if we are ever to repent,
It will be to what god?
The one that had us sent,
the one who is quite flawed?
No, I refuse to give in,
To a man who has been,
Judging and mean,
based only off what he has seen,
Where shall we go?
we have the whole world to explore,
Must we slow,
If we have each other to adore?
Soon we will find,
One another in our minds,
And soon we shall be,
Again, set free,
To do as we please,
Finally at rest, and sweet, sweet ease,
So come, dance with me, in a garden of rose,
And we shall find out, who it was that chose.