The blossom of your black rose thorn bush, as the seed on the tree
Beneath the bosom and blissful sunrise that the morning air blows
Dance we shall underneath the sheets of the swallowing adventure
Upon the enchantment that crowns our every kiss with sincere awe
Tonight I dive into your night that is set; setting what we left behind
The good, the great, and the grandeur and all within peaceful dream
In the early morning thus the morning horizon strips us of mourning
Before the scarlet afternoon crows from the cares of our intimate need
You will bury me in your beautiful ideas, just beneath the hawthorn
I shall never forget your gifts of voracious embraces as I am cared for
I will kiss you as you have kissed me thus to lift your grief from you
To be often, often with you whenever you and I are near and closest
The blossom of your black rose thorn bush, as the seed on the tree
So kiss me, sweet lover; call me before the night sleeps into forever
All night I will lay awake for your sake as I fall asleep in your arms
As the new violet weeps for the evening of the evening in our eve
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