''My Love for Rose'' Reprised--Revised

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, beats and throbs like a newborn heart. But God knows that my love for Rose endows me with a fresh, new start: for she's my life's compass and chart!