To the dark red rose
Whom which I am betrothed
Lost in your lust
Describing you in prose
We have known each other
Since I was but a babe
From the days of my youth
When I acted like a knave
My dear sweet rose
Who stands subtle in the morn
Firm yet soft in her quiet repose
In nature she is gloriously adorned
I could scribe your description
For ages yet to come
How the light caresses you petal
As you bask in the morning sun
How you bend and weave
In a warm summer breeze
And how the smell of your perfume
Is always bound to please
However as I lay here and I ponder
Though I feel my heart ache
And soul begin to wander
I think that it would be
For the best you see
If I kept these silly words
Between you and me
Let the children of the future
Come to know you in their time
To make their own judgments
Unclouded by mine
And learn to appreciate
The beauty that they find
Without the interference
Of an old romantic mind