Shall I then being the Keeper of the Rose
Pluck thee from thy dwelling place?
Na I say unto thee for if I do this thing,
All that dwell with thee shall surely
Be saddened by thy absence.

Though my Heart says pluck thy rose,
Smell the sweet fragrance there of,
Caress its delicate petals with thy hand.
Shall not this excite the very essence of thy soul?
Na be cruel not mine heart for ye know,
The rose we speak of excites mine heart.
Just gazing upon its magnificence sets my heart a flame.

Ya I say unto thee oh elegant rose,
If I were thine keeper for love ye would want not.
If ye should have tears
My tears of joy shall wash them away.
The glow upon my face shall be thy light.
My very breath shall be the air that giveth thee life.
Oh sensuous rose how can I tell thee of the fullness
My heart would know if in my garden ye dwelled.