Blood Red Roses

i saw thee once, so long ago a full moon like my soul soaring to see a steep path to the heavens to fell a silken veil we call light upon the faces of those blood red roses that grew there where no step did dare to venture here upon those blood red roses to stoop did you, and dared linger to smell their odorous love, their soul to smell them as they did, you were enchanted by the grace in their presence to see you, while the light did pour on those blood red roses your face did grieve in sorrow till only did your eyes stay the same a ghost to name, you did glide away whose name i did not know fat can be called any other name bid by sorrow, can not then hope bide as beauty? for twas fat to see you there and hope once see you again by those blood red roses