ΕΞΟΜΟΛΟΓΗΣΕΙΣ

From the first day I saw her, I knew she was the one... she stared in my eyes.. and she smiled.. for her lips were the colour of the roses.. that grew down the river, all bloody and wild..On the second day ..i brought her a flower... she was more beautiful.. than any woman I've seen.. I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow So sweet and scarlet and free?'..On the second day she came with a single red rose.. Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'.. I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed.. 'If I show you the roses will you follow?