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,
with all the sound that rhyme bestows.
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,
pumps blood and throbs with beating heart.
But God knows that my love for Rose
endows me with a fresh, new start:
with her warmth as the better part!
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