Crimson Ropes by Girard
Crimson Ropes
(Verse 1)
In the dim light, shadows play,
Crimson ropes in a sensual display,
Twisting patterns, art so fine,
In every knot, a love defined.
Silken strands, a binding grace,
In their hold, I find my place,
Artistry in every weave,
In these ropes, we both believe.
(Chorus)
Crimson ropes, the art of touch,
In their hold, we find so much,
Woven dreams in every line,
In this dance, our hearts entwine.
Crimson ropes, a lover’s art,
In their embrace, we’re not apart,
In their beauty, we are bound,
In these ropes, our love is found.
(Verse 2)
Every coil tells a tale so deep,
In their embrace, we softly seep,
Bound by threads of passion’s light,
In the ropes, we find our flight.
Patterns form, a dance of skin,
In their hold, the depths within,
Artful knots and gentle pulls,
In their touch, our spirit’s full.
(Chorus)
Crimson ropes, the art of touch,
In their hold, we find so much,
Woven dreams in every line,
In this dance, our hearts entwine.
Crimson ropes, a lover’s art,
In their embrace, we’re not apart,
In their beauty, we are bound,
In these ropes, our love is found.
(Bridge)
Every knot a whispered vow,
In the crimson, we’re here now,
Gentle pulls and tender ties,
In their grace, our passion flies.
In the weave, we find our way,
Crimson ropes, a sweet ballet,
With each touch, a love revealed,
In their hold, our hearts are healed.
(Chorus)
Crimson ropes, the art of touch,
In their hold, we find so much,
Woven dreams in every line,
In this dance, our hearts entwine.
Crimson ropes, a lover’s art,
In their embrace, we’re not apart,
In their beauty, we are bound,
In these ropes, our love is found.
(Outro)
Crimson ropes, forever tied,
In their beauty, we confide,
With every twist, our love’s embrace,
In these ropes, we find our place.
Crimson ropes, where hearts align,
In their weave, our souls combine,
In their elegance, we’re free,
Crimson ropes, you and me.