Elixir

In the world 

Of roses and thorns, 

You are that rose 

So demure, so pure.

The thorns 

Of yours 

Give me the sweetest pain. 

The scarlet contour 

Of yours 

Permit me to become 

The dew 

For the wee hours. 

Yes, Oh! My peerless rose, 

You are 

So demure, so pure, 

Your redolence 

Becomes 

The replacement 

Of oxygen 

For my breath. 

Yes, Oh! My peerless rose, 

You 

Are my significant other, 

Never deprive me 

Of your love, 

Never deprive me 

Of your love, 

I want to remain 

In pink of health 

With the elixir 

Of your love, 

I want to remain 

In pink of health 

With the elixir of your love.