Mystic Rose

Oh perfect love, I bring a gift,
From the garden of the mystic rose,
Upon a thorn my finger bled,
To show you where my passion flows,
Soft velvet petal kissed your lips,
Of ruby-red, a perfect match,
The sweet smell of the rose's breath,
Lingers in the air, to catch.

A daisy chain of fallen stars,
I place around your neck, so pure,
A look of wonder on your face,
Your eyes fill up with happy tears,
I adorn your hair with the pure red rose,
A token of my heart's desire,
So radiant is your perfect prose,
It sets my soul on fire.

I pluck a dream of purest love,
Contented in its melody,
It plays its tune upon your heart,
To serenade my love for thee.
I kiss you now, upon your lips,
A kiss of passionate repose,
I confide in you the love I have,
Within the gift of this mystic rose.