in parentheses

When he kisses me said the rose to the stone, I can tell how much he needs me but why why do I move away, because here he is my beau asking of me and my place for tales I never thought I had and love I think he’d ask me for my heart if I stopped to stare and hurt I hold you close, because if I ask of you what I need I don’t want you to take anything back, to become the stone and sleep next to me motionless and never kiss me again with all your need just because you know I need and never kiss me again because there are no words to tell you how and never kiss me again because you couldn’t find how, how I fear