Mystic Rose of the ancient light
Right I pray my youthful night
Far away from Envy's sight
Yea
Raid on me your smile-delight.

Born to love might cost a tear
None to scare I seldom fear
Ears of pain should never hear
Yea
Screams of pain behind-the rear.

Sunset in Summer springs autumn in cold
Your cosmic smile the chill do scold
But only to level the stakes; that's bold
Yea
Your heart in Passion is gold in fold.


© Bard Kavi®