Why have the roses a season to bloom
if my beloved wants one every morning?
Why? Is there another sweet scented boon
rivaling the prime star of every spring?
now it seems like a dreadful crime
to place around my beloved neck
the pale lily and the yellow jasmine,
no, I only need a rose on her cheek.
come all, even the humming bird
and the busy bumblebees, the Wild
calls! Let’s make our voices be heard
I must have roses by our bedside:
Be in the treetops or within the hive:
Love needs no season to be alive!