Hues Of My Rose

You seem to wear my crimson dream; seem to carry my scent.

A carmine rose in gardens green; you hold me in thy vent.

What ardent hues from rainbow bands had embossed thy attire?

You beam in grace like holy flames; flickering like a fire.

When the sky is hued in blue; you wear a mazzarine garb,

When the scarlet tinge enwrap; you gleam in a crimson curve.

O my rose what art thou play? What guile has held me close?

My insane heart can feel the warmth in thy flame O rose.

A corinthian is what I am; I hunt for amorous souls;

My foliage holds a galore of roses; to quench my amative goals.

There are ones with ivory smiles; peace is what they crave,

Pinkish ones are concupiscents; they seek for solitary caves.

The black ones carry a pristine glow; they breathe in wildest storms,

I owe them all a humble heart; let them hold their forms.

The crimson smiles are insane though; arousing a dormant heart,

A growing desire kindles bright; igniting a passionate art.

You own my heart o little rose; let me feel thy breath, 

Let me sleep in thy cozy arms; let me cherish my death.

Let me wear thy crimson soul; smile in divine light,

Let the moon still steal a smile; let it adorn my night.