Kiss from a rose

I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey. Oh! the more I get of you, stranger it feels, yeah. And now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the grave. There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say. You remain, my power, my pleasure, my pain. To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny. Won't you tell me is that healthy? But did you know that when it snows, my eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen. I've been kissed by a rose on the grave and if I should fall along the way. I've been kissed by a rose.