Rosalie

“Rosalie, oh Rosalie! A contrast of beauty, with a saturation of rufescent What every heart intercepts when they have reminisces which never transcends herself when she is mistakened of fluorescences Rosalie, oh Rosalie! She harmonizes one's life, with her humility of delight Yet her dashing aspects are remarkable in light For not once she palettes a stage of fright Rosalie, oh Rosalie! When she lifts the flushed rose to her blushed rubescent lips The curtains of the heavens began to lift for her chastity is for what relieves rift bids Rosalie, oh, Rosalie! She enriches one’s future, She diminishes their past, She lives her present; from beginning to last Rosalie, oh Rosalie! Her spikes are what prick one’s heart So emancipating apart Which devotion comparts Rosalie, oh Rosalie! Is she not just a hallucination of humanity's delusions? Or is it just component of revolution; So ruinous of this only luminescence of faith Or might it be something to only recall my presence late? Rosalie, oh Rosalie!”