Saturday, November 14, 2009
The Rose
In the bright clarity of the morning you rise,
I know of nothing more to enchant our eyes.
You smile to the spring and the summer nascent.
You sing the new season when the winter descent.
Flower of the poet perfume the sky so blue
To uplift our souls in the silvery dew.
You warm our hearts when at last you blossom
Delight for my eyes, alive, you are awesome
Of all our gardens Rose you are the princess
You seduce my soul by so much finesse.
Marvellous beauty, your grace so elegant
Your alluring perfume to my nostrils enchants
Thou divine jewel, flower of seduction,
The present the lover offers for his passion
For your return each year the gardener will pray
And once more creating for Lovers the bouquet
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