Some water spills

On to the ground around the well

Send that bucket down

Water Spills like blood

Blood from my heart

Seeps in to the roots

The roots of the rose bush

Smells so sweet

Can be sickening

I keep a good house

Put good food on the table

White lights in December

Fresh fruit from the garden

But our home was not enough

You wanted something sexy

Like red roses in the summer

A girl so sweet

Some secret adventure

I shut the door, door, door,

And I told you

to go fetch me some water

send that bucket down, down, down,

Spill it all, all, all

Let me be your bartender

Tell me all the things you

Don't want me to know, know, know

Sip this elixer

So sweet it can be sickening.

Now can you remember?

The roots of the rose bush?

Planted so long, long, ago?

Can you remember. . .