Fair Rose, thy bloom from tender stem hath sprung,
As Luna's glow, upon night sky doth shine,
Of thy blossom, the god's themselves have sung,
Love's madrigals, will ever thee be mine?
From forth thy lips, thee sing sweet harmonies,
With soft caress, that kiss upon mine ear,
And touch within my soul; love's symphonies,
Forevermore, thy beauty will I hear.
Thou art the night, the calm proceeding dawn,
The glow of welkin stars through rising mist,
When air is crystalline; as newborn fawn,
Thy tenderness, when I by goddess kissed.
With rising sun, night fades with morning light,
I wait again, my goddess of the night.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 12-12-1999).]