WyldWyl
07-21-2007, 07:22 PM
No witness was I, to budding or blooming
Nor was I there, when the darkness o'er looming
Caused the rose once crimson to fade into black
As an ill-fortuned life made a constant attack
Each word stems from your grace, each song springs
From your bliss, my muse, each joy in me sings
From that heaven I find in you, which reaches to me
My blessed black rose, so unique, such beauty
But that single black rose that stands from the vine
Brought into my life by some power divine
I swear I will see turn from black into white
Blooming not petals, but pure radient light.
Nor was I there, when the darkness o'er looming
Caused the rose once crimson to fade into black
As an ill-fortuned life made a constant attack
Each word stems from your grace, each song springs
From your bliss, my muse, each joy in me sings
From that heaven I find in you, which reaches to me
My blessed black rose, so unique, such beauty
But that single black rose that stands from the vine
Brought into my life by some power divine
I swear I will see turn from black into white
Blooming not petals, but pure radient light.