The Red...

Riding on a white horse,
From the sky far away,
He had come down to me,
Like a bright sunny ray,
Twinkling were his eyes,
Smile soothing like a dew,
He was singing my own words,
Giving music that was new.
I wanted the red of love,
for all my delight.
But he gave me a flower,
that was all white.
I glanced through his eyes,
questioning in despair,
he just gave a smile,
spreading myst in the air.
He then rode back his way,
I held the rose white,
Holding his charm in my heart, and
tears which i couldn't hide.
I felt a sharp prick of a thorn,
The hand was all in red,
here was the beautiful color,
On the rose it got spread.
There did i learn,
what he had come to convey,
"Take up some pain, give yourself away,
Then you'll have the red, color your way."