One day thee rose like a rose,
Thee was a rose unlike any rose.
Thee always wore a golden blouse.
Where did thine colour come?
My heart had been exiled,
My shield had been raised,
My mind had been incensed,
How could I praise thine beauty so extreme?
Thee had succeeded,
Thy kindness had my heart ceded,
The endless sea had settled,
How could thee hide her own burden?
Thy burden had revealed,
My mind had not recovered,
I tore thine golden blouse,
How could I erase thine colour so sudden?
Thine roots had not let me away,
Thine shine had purified my heart,
Thine colours so bright, so divine,
How could my poisoned heart then resist?
Shakespeare enshrined his beloved in poesie,
Couldn't I do the same?
Thee who purified my heart,
Didn't thee deserve an eternal verse?
How could I limit thee to rose?
While thou colours are far more bright.
My love for thou shall arise,
As long as I can breathe, as long as I can write.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 11:28 AM UTC
One day thee rose like a rose,
Thee was a rose unlike any rose.
Thee always wore a golden blouse.
Where did thine colour come?
My heart had been exiled,
My shield had been raised,
My mind had been incensed,
How could I praise thine beauty so extreme?
Thee had succeeded,
Thy kindness had my heart ceded,
The endless sea had settled,
How could thee hide her own burden?
Thy burden had revealed,
My mind had not recovered,
I tore thine golden blouse,
How could I erase thine colour so sudden?
Thine roots had not let me away,
Thine shine had purified my heart,
Thine colours so bright, so divine,
How could my poisoned heart then resist?
Shakespeare enshrined his beloved in poesie,
Couldn't I do the same?
Thee who purified my heart,
Didn't thee deserve an eternal verse?
How could I limit thee to rose?
While thou colours are far more bright.
My love for thou shall arise,
As long as I can breathe, as long as I can write.
- The final verses are a tribute to Shakespeare's Sonnet 18.
