My Love for Rose
I.
A bard and swan, I love thee, Rose:
the one for whom I pen this song
that trills a note which sweetly flows.
A bard and swan, I love thee, Rose,
for whom the mind expands and grows
when the sun's rays burn hot and strong.
A bard and swan, I praise thee, Rose,
for this whole world which skill now shows.
II.
My love for Rose, though torn apart,
sings like a song which sweetly flows
from this poet's pen as rhythmic art.
My love for Rose, though torn apart,
beats and throbs like a newborn heart.
But God knows that my love for Rose
endows me with a fresh, new start:
for she's life and death's grandest part!
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