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He: The Name of the Rose
I long to trade illusion for life,
To feel you by sight, by sound, by touch.
O Rose of princely garden born,
I’m ready to be pierced by thorns,
For I love you so much.
O crimson magic of the flower!
Your petals, soft as velvet, lie.
Not by rough hands of a gardener
But by wings of butterflies
I’ll caress you, gently, shy.
And when the dusk descends with sun,
And shadow falls across your light,
You’ll blaze with ruby’s radiant flame,
And I, a firefly in the night,
Will shine for you, my precious one.
If some villain lifts a knife in hate,
I’ll be your thistle, thorny shield.
He’ll forget his evil intent
In battle where his malice yields —
Princess of Roses, I guard your fate.
And when you thirst, parched and dry,
I’ll give you drink from mouth to mouth.
All flora will marvel, wonder why
At our lips’ enchanted vow,
In Fairyland where we shall lie.
For I have longed to trade illusion for life,
This ode to my beloved is like a mass.
My words to God resound in prayer,
And in my candid heart’s address
Your name — of the Rose — shall glow as light.
Відредаговано: 18.04.2026
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