Rose
Speak to me! O trembling rose why do you shed blood from your eyepiece? Though, in sweet-smelling perfume, you dwell in it Something you do feel or lack I suppose Are you sick, O sweet rose, or unwed? The beauty that you wore I understand is on lease, Same is my spirit; you're not alone, weeping rose, Speak to me, for whose love these tears are falling. With a smile in your eye, "Ah, My heart glows, Wipe your tear, we both admire the One and swap- - -. ©Affaq