Lovers Rose

Thy wrestled bones in slumber be,

For fortitude of decency.

My mind with vagueness I propose,

How me, so I love the rose.

Bent and broke her twisted thorns,

All alone my child be born,

Rested from a slumber of,

Her petals of the truest love.

Bloom for me as the midnight moon,

Lights the shadows dark,

Twisted, turning in a world,

Of an ether gentle harp,

I love thy bed, or so to dream,

In the purest waters stream.