Beauty’s Chosen Rose

 

 

Eyes I have that I have seen with – they saw

A much-cared rose of Beauty’s golden touch.

Hands I have I now draw with – they draw

Sadness felt and fun and joy we had much.

 

If words I begged to feel what she felt me,

Words would go crazy and lose their ends.

These eyes I have, I will keep them to see,

A moment we become more than friends.

 

Were the Beauty - gardener of all flowers

To choose a rose to represent her image,

She would choose her given all the powers

Of sight and touch and feeling as a mage.

 

Oh, were I to breathe more German air,

I would dream love sleeping on her hair.

 

Nomad Soul

© 2001 – Cetin Sert