The Red Strokes

<br>Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wineTwo shadows starting to softly combineThe picture they`re paintingIs one of the heartAnd to those who have seen itIt`s a true work of art.Oh, the red strokesPassions uncagedThundering moments of tenderness rageOh, the red strokesTempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)Burning the night like the dawn.Steam on the window, salt in a kissTwo hearts have never pounded like thisInspired by a visionThat they can`t commandErasing the bordersWith each brush of a hand.<br>Oh, the red strokesPassions uncagedThundering moments of tenderness rageOh, the red strokesTempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)Burning the night like the dawn<br>.<br>Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies greenBut when love picks its shade it demands to be seen.<br>Oh, the red strokesPassions uncagedThundering moments of tenderness rageOh, the red strokesTempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)Burning the night like the dawn<br>.Oh, the red strokesPassions uncagedThundering moments of tenderness rageOh, the red strokesTempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)Burning the night like the dawn<br>.Steam on the window, salt in a kissTwo hearts have never pounded like this