The Roses and the Cross
This time I send her roses
Of the most exquisite
And exotic strains
Gently plucked from the loveliest
Gardens of the deities
Ribbons of gold, diamond and rarest
Of the gems
Guild them like rainbows
O’er sparkling prairies
Ah, my heart now glitters
With peak excitement
As she assumes her full glory of life
In my fondest dream
O, what grandeur
What splendor to behold
The mystical beauty
The constant haunts
Enchanting now
She stands between rosebuds and sunshine
Irresistibly wrapped in the sweetest scent
Of spring eternal
And as I beg in the gentlest
Of whispers for my fate
Like the breath-taking symphony of petals
Her voice filters beatifically into the virginal
Frontiers of my soul…
Thank you for the roses
But still I choose the passion-drenched
The tear-soaked
And the blood-stained inheritance
Of the cross!