Give me a rose to colour your glasses with.
Not just any rose.
A pink one.
Painted with the darling of the happiest day.
Doesn’t a pink world feel lovely?
So rosy and sweet and soft.
Like a kiss upon the nose.
Like a hand upon a cheek.
If everyone in the world wore the glasses of love.
Glasses of rose.
How bright and lovely the days would be.
How bright and lovely the world would be.
May there be a rose for anger.
A rose for pain.
A rose for every minute the world needs more bright.
Because darling is the world that’s kissed by glasses of rose.
And darling are the people who wear them.