''Rose,'' An Extended Triolet

I. A maid and muse, she is his Rose: the one for whom he writes this song which trills a note that sweetly flows. A maid and muse, she's like a rose, a bud of love whose flower shows when the sun's disc is high and strong. A maid and muse, she overflows with Poesy which is never wrong. II. Her love, which blooms from heart to heart, becomes a song that sweetly flows from the poet's pen like rhythmic art; her love, which knows his soul by heart, binds them closer when they're apart (though heaven knows this precious Rose, whose love goes straight to his dead heart, is the one who uplifts his lows.).