The palest rose is reddened, by the blissful touch of your mellow fingers
The full moon rises from the eastern sky, every time you smile
Tonight you lie beside me, on the night of the apocalypse
My heart whispers a poem, words of adoration
Let it be my legacy, for you are my greatest achievement
Never have I seen you, nor met you.
But I see you everyday;
Never have I felt the bliss that reddened the rose
But I, I have the rose.