IN THE HEART OF A ROSE
As I strolled through the close, in the heart of a rose,
I espied of a woman the figure divine,
In a rose, ruby stained, as a chalice with wine.
And the opening rose did her beauty disclose;
Her red lips she upraised to my lips, wove her arms
Round my neck, bound me fast with her spells and her charms.
And this woman I chose from the heart of the rose,
Chose to share all my dreamland of love and of power,
Stole my soul and imprisoned my soul in the flower.