O' beauteous Rose, doth not thee hear the words I speak,
When forth mine lips I sing to thee love's madrigal,
Thy tender touch, in glow of Luna's orb I seek,
As in the evening's calm to thee Fair Rose I call.
Thou art Urania, thy songs of welkin charm,
Fall on mine ears as notes from forth celestial harp,
With but a glance upon thy bloom, my soul disarm,
Forevermore, doth breech the walls mine heart's escarp.
I yearn thy satin lips to sate love's passions deep,
To gaze upon thy petals of angelic grace,
For I am thee, fore'er within thy bloom shall keep,
As thou art me, as meld as one in warm embrace.
I wait the night, to once again thy beauty see,
To once again, in heaven's light, with goddess be.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 11-16-1999).]