Flowers dark like midnight hair,
Skin so faint and soft and fair.
My love you are my will,
My beating heart is still.
As you I see the beauty,
In life, in death so truly.
A judgment not I\'ll make,
With any form or haste.
Upon my breast u sit.
With skirt and body fit.
As moments stay and linger,
The ring upon my finger,
Says life we shall together share.
Through struggle, triumph, and the unfair.
I give to you the pinkest rose.
As never has my love been gone.
For you to me in sweet repose,
Is the most beautiful of song.