Red’s my favourite colour

On my red bike bound for a quest
Mind the cracks on the road
With a bag strapped on my vest
Some calligraphy on the road
With a name that will make me cry
Tinged with emotion that says bye
With a name that
With a name that
In dark space that I go and sigh

On my red bike bound for a quest
Tap my horn as I pass
Might win the Cup I might have guessed
Passing by the bluegrass
Oh what a sight as I pass by
The gentle wind and the blue sky
Oh what a sight
Oh what a sight
Freedom I feel that I could fly

On my red bike bound for a quest
Him Indoors by my side
Happy and we are feeling blessed
On Sundays as we ride
To beer garden for chips and drinks
Singing as we cycle in syncs
To beer garden
To beer garden
Passing by some flowers in pinks*

Trijan Refrain

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns


O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it ware ten thousand mile.

I have always admired you from that far
Like an overture to the Magic Flute
You’re there to bring light to my wicked world
Painting it with bright red with words you say

Erotic dreams and I have no complaints
With you all my pain and heartaches shrinking
You’re like a candle showing me my path
A compass always pointing to my north

I just wish one day we’ll be together
And together we can weather the storm*

(c) ladyleemanila 2022

* The Lannet is a form of sonnet.



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