I see a ROSE down by the creek,
In the valley of grazing sheep -
But those roses against her cheek,
Shall see her weep.

Her fingers fumbled in Love,
Where the Needle may Sew -
The feathers of her Dove,
With Dreams anew.

I spy a Garden upon her cheek,
That bore another Rose -
In his Gentle creek,
Where her Water froze.

The Swans sang of her Rose,
In their immortal Tune -
Where the Dove goes;
Blessing the Moon.

His CHARM invests her grace,
The Love she beheld -
Through the tears on her face,
Collar her Spirit dispelled.

Paint her your Gentle Art,
Colored with Dreams -
Never to Depart,
In Charm’s Streams.

‘Twas a long PARTING through Death's Time,
Before the judgement of Angels divine -
Beneath the wedding bells that chime,
Within love’s mortal rhyme.

The lovers soon met,
In heaven’s thickening haze -
And beneath his threat,
Love remained in her gaze.

Lifetime sat upon their mantle,
The memories they held -
That strife could ne’er dismantle,
Through the Times they Weld.

Was the bride e’er like this?
Paradise’s mortal host?
Forever in bliss -
With his dying ghost.

I am CEDED, and have stopped being theirs,
Away from the names they dropped upon my face -
With blessed water - delicate cares!
Won’t thou love my grace?

And with the least of these beautiful dolls,
You still entwine my heartstrings with spools,
For I shall forever answer your calls -
Won’t thou follow love’s rules?

I am blessed without choice,
Conscious of your saving grace -
Thy gentle Serenity Spring voice,
Won’t thou set my heart to race?

When thou shalt call on my name,
Summer's bright moon shall wane -
Against this graceful dame.
Won’t thou remain in vain?

And by the castle near the crystal pond,
Crowned am I - hailed to thee,
Our fatal love bond,
The queen that is not free.

The adequate noble reject!
A queen all alone -
Her heart ship-wrecked,
Without her throne.

DID the Angel lose her bell,
To the lover's glee?
Down Spring's Well -
Grows her Widow Tree.

Did you sound the Summer's tease?
Echoed o'er August Eve -
In its delicate breeze,
Our Heavenly Reprieve.

My loving RIVER runs to thee,
Sorrow's sea, shalt thou welcome me?

My loving river awaits thine eyes,
Gentler than Summer's skies.

I’ll fetch thy beating heart,
And hold it to my own - never to depart.

Hold back thy river!
O! - Cease my shiver!

Against the clashing tides,
I shall lament thee, with teary eyes.

O! - Hold back the river’s tide!
For once, be by my side!

Alas! - Sorrow's sea!
Sweep me away, to love’s decree.

AS if thou are the Winter,
That brightens my Summer’s day,
Never to splinter -
Shielded from death’s decay.

Under the graces of the Sun,
Within Spring's flowers -
Your love, I hath won,
During Sorrow's showers.