Roses in aisles conceived in the sun;
At first, a sight for sore eyes and the mind is spun;
In the secret place for meditation;
I saw and attended the most beautiful and wondrous spring creation;
Rich waters roamed over the abundance of good lovers;
The portals of rose beds made in spring covers;
Desires upon desires race, its sweetness.

On my rosy dimples, red cheeks - a hint of red iris;
A desire as the sun parts - the clouds give birth;
An affair with roses folding as I touch the earth;
Taunting the dream magic for eyes;
A majesty of touch with fingers softness to the mind;
Should it shift to a new frontier in scandal;
How light caresses innocence buds of rose candles.

Burn red! burn red rose, roses - I plead;
Keep my eyes on painted heart's blood bleed;
Roses fills a heart as beauty to the brain;
Comparing and uncomparing beauty contained;
Whereabouts time colors a Rome's fair;
Not of broken love as of one who cares;
Sorrow leaves after the conquest of rose petals.

Full rose day producing a charm instead;
Scarlet evolves to smooth mile white - no jealousy - no dread;
To run into the welcoming peppermint sand elation;
Deep down to coil with thorns of one's pride;
Still to remember a private flowers bold of blushing tides;
Full of blossom and gray ruby corals;
Withing my breast, a hundred red colors.

The scent of a rose that drops in the grass;
Folds of pretty girls whose softness is worth looking at;
Hours in thick accented air;
Voices that runs to the scent lingering there;
Has made red impressions with feelings reflecting comfortably;
Opens and burns quickly into discovery;
An envelope with a secret love letter.

To never tire and ecstasy meek lipstick wetter;
The scent should climb higher into the clouds;
In an abundant of rose smells - roses abound;
She should dare as freely and whisper;
Mystical things and dieties of jasper;
Enflame is the flagrant flower of the soul;
Uncoiling its face in need of a beautiful rose.

Maybe bigger than a mountain;
As enchanting as angels that from your hand;
Walking above us - among us - about us;
There comes the sound that leaps until;
Come beauty, come full, beauty what may;
Into light and into the sky of day;
No lack of the sun, it paints a beautiful image of a rose.

In magnificant admiration, my love before and after time unfolds;
A strength seemingly strong a superior prose;
Of long and endless affection juxtapose;
Courting its worth first with one bird then a cool flower;
Perhaps a howl to a fulfilling moon shower;
Soft place in fusion, tingling profusion;
Sweet of one's soul - eye's dew;
Born to the sentiments of rose perfume.

All the best thoughts of love grows;
Sweet modesty kiss a lovely rose;
From these lips of mine love with no fault;
One's heart can never question or throw it out;
A heart without air, a rose, born to spring;
Love unfolds and it is of real things;
Spring fever has become a butterfly.

The image in memory a life;
Whose wings fly and branch long and wide;
A rose with music with stems and exquisite scent;
Has made me sore - farwell to care and strength;
Hold me captive in my mind a confidence;
I didn't not think of where it went;
To nature and its grace blossoms and ornaments.

I catch its falling heart - year after year;
Its breath, a breeze in water and tears;
So fills my soul with words put in a cup;
Today its juice a volcano to erupt;
The moment parks into luminous site;
Like human clay, when molded tight;
A sculpture of landscapes into the grooves in my mind- a slow glide.

Suddenly, my behavior annoyed;
Without laughter my eyes are void;
The prettiest thing comes fear more wanting without voice;
No human shade dark yet moist;
Pirate steals dawn stings the eyes;
Shaking thick with confusion and lies;
Voices fill with alarms and fog.

As a moon fades my anger in an aurora;
A light beckons God;
A fascination gauzes me and suddenly unleashed;
A heart into hours torn pages released;
Sends hours of elegance with case erupted;
Symphonic trumpets and flutes play unscripted;
Rose fastening to the cooling of my body encrypted.

Light has given me answers;
To never turn the other way;
Be in time bright eyes that fears nothing wanting;
Place my hands on open doors haunting;
Gates shall open to pass -to sea and fire weather;
And I in motion not falling to pieces and become weakened.
Go deeper into water - set my heart upon the good of man's web.

Here am I with reason instead;
Riding the wind the wheels - of time well bred;
Heralding questions in my head;
Like light, like chorus whistling;
So swept in lover’s cold glistening;
Senses spoken tears bathing in rain;
Whistle endless hour in and endless gain;
Whereupon roses, God has given me -is born again.