A Rose For My Heart
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A rose for my heart to rise with wings
To the heavens deep, where pleasure rings
With bliss as clouds—high silver beings.
The rose's romantic fragrance sings,
Dear as the tune the nightingale brings.
To my heart's delight, its singing swings.
How my heart to nirvana, it flings.
To the rose, with rapture my heart clings.
In my heart, liveliness outright springs,
Like the mountain, whose cheerful height slings
To the sky, where the star of day tings.
To my heart, how fay-like the feelings.
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