Diary Of The Roses

Everyday, i send you seven roses of my heart

Sweet scent, tangled

And pair of doves, white of my soul

How could i give?

If the sun blackeneth

When the golden flower smiles,

A small buzzing bee become ill,

For your honey filling my thirsty heart

While it would be a clear sunday, complete with the green valley

I would rest my feet

And settle my adventure to take your heart

As mine