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 songs, 

Playing 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 mist 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."