• Pressed between the pages of time
    Like an ancient nursery rhyme
    Now lies the Rose of lavender
    Gently touching, my love's adornment,
    Sprinkles of blood sprung by the thorn.

    My love kissed this rose with her lips
    Pierced by the same thorn, her blood drips
    The blood-red Rose of lavender
    Colors anew, our blood mingled
    Spirits were felt while I tingled.

    Where now have my sweetheart's lips gone?
    Coloring time of distant dawn
    Fading the Rose of lavender
    Her lips chase each sunsets new day
    Long ago my love passed away.

    Together, our love pledged that night
    Halos flew from the stars so bright
    I love my Rose of lavender
    Our blood mingles, never to part
    Her restless love bleeds in my heart.