A youthful buck
Upon the meadows;
Near a brook, a strong stock,
Hanging around tree rows.
...
You're my cup,
A sweet intoxicating cocktail,
My soul would drink you up
To dampen my lonesome trail.
...
Red Rose
Red rose
Blooms in the morning,
Appreciate the vibrant blue
Sky of Spring
For illuminating its petals.
Envy of every bud,
Flirty bird pals
Sing on its pod.
Of its heavenly sweet nectar,
Bees are drawn to it forthwith,
The risen star,
Fabulous beauty, indeed.
But the day wears it down,
Dark night will rein in,
The morning will crown
The new red rose queen.