He took her heart and soul
And clasped her to him nightly.
He stroked her curly long hair
And said, "I love you, I kiss you,
I hold you and send you 51 Red Roses."

He sent her her favourite poem
With a message from Matthew Arnold.
He taught her about time and direction and
Most of all about love, the perfect love
The love of 51 Red Roses.

Then came the day he went blind
And could not see
The 51 Red Roses, nor her
Nor their dreams, nor their love
Nor their kisses.

Blind he remained
In a chain of oppression
Blind as a mole.
Blind. Cruel. Unkind.