THROUGH ROSE TINTED LENSES

The world is warm and kind

Painted pink and red with love

Romance blooms with its thorns

Through rose tinted lenses

Nostalgia of our words loom

In the air that feeds us oxygen

Sunlight bright with change

Our world build on fantasy

Strokes brushed with hyacinths

Hiding underneath the dreams seen

Thrugh rose tinted lenses

When reality sets in its buds

The world may be dark and cold

Blue colors make sadden eyes

When the thorns prick thru the light

As affectionate symbols display

In absence of our physicality

The world becomes worn and drab

Without our rose tinted lenses

Hearts may bleed with despair

And blood will run with pain

But love flows on ever so blindly

Through rose tinted lenses

Amina Bhimla © Copyrights 2007