Man:

The rose is flung, it’s set to die
The pale clouds begin to cry
As she walks away, faint and cold
My dark romance’s to unfold

And I look at the dark rose, dead
My soul congests with hate and dread
And I’m beset with darkness, great
Unable to flee love’s dark fate

Woman:

And all I see is ire, grim
As I walk, look away from him
I start to rue the days we had
My life’s begun, bitter and sad

I thought all would work out all right
And we would kiss o’er fine a night
But I was wrong, against my heart
I forced us to fore’er depart

Together:

But though in darkness, stride will we
Without the spark of love’s content
Our love shall live through agony
The second our lone roads we wend

And though we now are lone souls, stray
Not e’en death shall tear us away
For though we are sundered apart
We shall keep each other at heart

I hear the hot water’s rush, loud
    As sweet as summer on her wing
I beam most bright, I beam most proud
    And jump into the sizzling

Deep pool of bubbling foam, most white
    Gurgling beneath the faucet’s wrath
And bubbles soar, most clear and bright
    There is nothing better than bath

Love is nothing but sleep and drink and meat
To quench that strong craving deep in the pit
Love is nothing more but mere candies sweet
Inside, that bitter taste that make us spit
Love is nothing but cold yet warm a spark
To set alit thousands of flambeaus, ****
That once stood tall, frozen in the cold dark
Once lit, it shall melt to vicissitude
And to wend both either way is despair
One more woe-fraught than all the other ways
One cold, one hot, too hot to even bear
Colder than winter, hotter than dog days
     And if love is just mere food for the mind
     I’d eat something else, of another kind

I see amid the dancing grass
    A shining, mellow, little rose
Such grandeur, such beauty she has
    A maiden thus, most grandiose

Her pose elegant yet frail
    Her hair a crimson net of sheen
Catching the stars falling pale
    Shining like clots of dew, pristine

Like maiden Spring, she is most fair
    Like summer, bright, yet shy and gray  
As winter, white, her crimson hair
    Are like the leaves by Autumn’s sway

And such marvels are all too few
    Of such marvel, no mortal knows
But I found it, I pluck, to you
     I give, a sign of love, this rose

I knew her long, most fair a maid
With smiles warm and bright
And hair of brass and eyes of jade
Which sparkled in the light

Of dewy morns and starry skies
Up o’er in mountain clime
And all that met within her eyes
Melted deep in love’s time

Her laugh was soft, her soul of mirth
And all the winds caressed
Her hair as trod she light on earth
Her heart with love’s unrest

Beat quickly on, forever on
And her eyes which gleamed green
Shined in the stars of waxing dawn
With lovely, crystal sheen

And I kept her within my heart
Forevermore and more
For she was art’s masterful art
She was my love, my core

The toadstool stood, a cloud of vice
    Blown far by evil’s sway
Above ahead, the azure skies
    Were taken o’er by gray

Cloud loomed o’er, each a savage brute
    Blown off by winds, insane
The ugly toadstool calmly stood
    And welcomed silver rain

Which danced with grace, silently fell
    On little, soundless toes
The toadstool, once a hag from hell
    Became a maiden rose

With words as soft as falling rain
Upon a cloudy night
She said she loves me, once again
And that all is all right

Her voice like silk, most soft and free
With drum beats of her heart
But light that once fell upon me
Turns dark, joy that once wert

Withers to faint a flower dead
And words once soft as rain
Turn dark to bullets of gray lead
Turn dark since when he came

Now they pierce both my scarred, black ears
And my heart turns to ice
And same the coldest, frozen tears
That stream from out my eyes

I feel forlorn, I feel depressed
I walk, I walk alone
And once that beat from heart and breast
Now only beats my own

But maybe after gone is he
I could rejoice again
For you would love me just  for me
And not another man