Pink roses, black roses, oh haunting blood-red roses…
Roses as red as thy lips upon thy cold, snow-white flesh….
I walk upon the garden’s vines, of thorny flowers, oh-so-fine…
And blow caressing kisses upon fragile petals…
For heaven’s song art thou sweet? Upon the roses’ petals do thine lips meet…
And when midnight shall hit the hour, my slippered feet will bear upon the flowers…
And if those prickly thorns shall p***k, my fair skin shall the soft ground kiss.
For if those roses shed blood-red tears, I shall not show a bit of fear…
Like intertwining vines, of roses oh-so-fair,
Our love continues to grow and fill the crisp air.
And if you die before I do, I’ll take my life and join you…
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