O' precious Rose, when I gaze upon thy splendor,
As eyes espy, beauty of thy bloom resplendent,
I cede control; unto thee mine heart surrender,
Forevermore, enslaved to thy love transcendent.
When thou doth speak, from forth thy lips, love's madrigal,
From forth thy tongue, pour words that flow as honeyed mead;
Upon my ears, doth fall Erato's call,
And in response, to thee eternal love decreed.
Thy tender touch, as soft as glow of Luna's light,
I feel thy satin kiss upon my weathered brow,
Enraptured by thy silken charms, I yearn the night,
To thee fair Rose, my everlasting love avow.
Thou love doth transport me to far side of the wind,
O' precious Rose, my love to thee doth time transcend.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 09-21-1999).]