A Maid and Muse, She Is My Rose
I.
A maid and muse, she is my Rose:
the one for whom I pen this song
that trills a note which sweetly flows.
A maid and muse, she is my Rose,
a bloom of love whose flower shows
when the sun's disc is high and strong.
A maid and muse, she is my Rose
whose song forever overflows!
II.
The love of Rose, within her heart,
becomes a song which sweetly flows
from this poet's pen as rhythmic art.
The love of Rose, within her heart,
binds us closer when we're apart,
though God knows that this lovely Rose
goes straight to my dead, lonely heart,
and uplifts my unbearable lows!
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