WITH THE HONESTY OF A ROSE
With the honesty
Of a rose
Is our love
Stem thorns and all
Picked and added
In a bouquet
Shared and loved
To represent our souls
This beautiful day
Gina, and I, Paul
Of our youth
As her tears
And her smiles
In love
Bloom
By greatest song by lyre or lute
In my soul and in truth
For together we belong,
In tune
With all of the passions
I will try to love her
With a love so rarely known
Such is her allure
Her passion, her grace
At last
I will give my life, my time, my heart
My selfish ways I will not condone
And, O, I see that we are meant to last long
Life realized
Seasons understood in silence
The air ripe with reasons
Telling us to move on along
And that this the essence of our love
Is the answer to our violence
Without any falsity or treasons
A lasting love, of meaning
As the entire universe and its song
Of all who will love her
And all who will need her
I seek and hope to be the one
The greatest
To keep her favours
And last like the stars in the sky above
Never to decieve her
Permanent, and but to God undone
And know to her my being I gave her
To never lose and to never grieve her
Through all trials and labours
I wish to see her
Every day
I want to grow
Encircled in her love
Honest, modest, surrendering my vanity to faith
Blessed by the lord above
And together we will go on
Where love and mystery are placed
To be the one to win her
Her affections
Her passions
Her song
I dream only
These are not lies
Is what most I think of
As the prime of my life it comes
And, kissed, freed, goes on and on, it flies
Even though I do not mind feeling melencholic or lonely
The future I am building and I rely
Without neglections
Is like a holy city
Only distant do I espy
And to it so I journey
O, Gina, to you
And that the truth that love is a fact
And our love is our truth
Kissed with God's reflection
Like the tides, I will adapt to her desires
I will abidingly always react
She brings my soul to light
She brings it higher
On direction
If it goes my way, for once
We will share our selves, our lives, our plans
With a commitment so pure and lovely and honourful
That it never ever dies
Eternal in time's remembered lands
And turn to years, from monthes
hours, minutes, seconds
O, my God ...
Am I worthy of her hand?
She gives me her heart
Yet
I was captured from the start
And I will give her mine
I do not wish to part
From her love's absolving, sanctifying salvation and design
And for her alone I will create my art
And for her alone utter my words
The palace of my imagination
Will merge
With the beauty and truth of
Our hearts' foundations,
Evils purged
Of all of my will, essence, and intentions' part
I shall give to her --
My stolid art
Like still waters run so deep
In my silence I shall truly live for her
And, this oath, cherish and keep
My promise for
My song, my swan, my breath, my love
My heart