a rose so sweet and pure,
white with eternal beauty,
one cannot taint nor obscure.
Don't be so quick to fall in love;
guard your heart, your virtue's beauty,
lest it be discarded thereof!
my heart grieves as your petals fall,
slowly they wither..
minstrels sing of you day and night-
to thee, a beckoning call...
© Copyright 2016 Corneilia. All rights reserved.