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  • THE SONG OF THE ROSE.

    28 mai 2009, 15h23m

    A poem, part of the script of a film.

    THE SONG OF THE ROSE.

    A bead of dew sits on the roses bloom,

    enraptured by the sweet perfume,

    and like the jewel in the lotus, feels the bliss

    and warmth of dawns wet and tender kiss.

    The bead shines like rain on a ladys mantle

    I awoke at dawn to collect a handful,

    to grace you with a string of pearls,

    made from mornings joyful tears.

    But as I entered the wild rose glade

    a most surprising discovery was made,

    the roses bead comes not from above

    but from within,

    a consequence of the roses most innocent sin,

    each day at dawn the rose does weep

    and wakes the other flowers from their sleep

    because through the years the rose grew thorns

    as protection, from bad mens scorns.

    But now upon the lovers sweet approach

    the rose does find some reason for self reproach,

    will the beloved still invoke a beau in such

    barbed garb and spikey cloak,

    and so I write this song as explanation

    hoping to assist a sweethhearts appreciation.

    A rose needs thorns, as a stag needs horns

    for beauty should protected be

    the longer for lovers eyes to see,

    so thorns on roses are quite wise

    a flowers beauty is enjoyed not by fingers

    but first by nose and eyes

    and once savoured,with orisons finesse

    then in safety can loving hands caress

    and so my sweet I ask only this

    let a prayer come from your rosebud lips,

    not as words,but as a kiss

    and let the love between a man and a woman

    be the cause of our most pious worships.



    KEVIN BARRY PARTRIDGE 2006