Oh, my white flower, you are so lovely a thought Brought to me by midnight's gloom Hair the colour of night, skin pale moonlight Oh, my white flower, I love you. Your eyes, cerulean, are vases of love To hold the roses as I give you my soul Your petals, they float in the perfum of spring All I wish to say is "I do" My lovely valentine, my heart's delight, hair as black as night Straight like the arrow to my heart that Cupid's bow has launched The time we have spent together in tender embrace is not quite Where, my dear, are you? Have you gone away forever? Wilted away? Have you been lost among the garden, hidden to keep my heart at bay? I miss you, I truly do, my love. I love you I found my dear, but angels have ascended you They have brought you to the Choir where they sing of you Oh, empyrean angels, would you be spiteful if I joined my perfect rose? Oh tears, oh woe, my fear and keening... Oh, my rose, the winter has come Yet you are locked away by ice from me Oh, my rose, do forgive me For I know there shall be tears, oh I know... But for you, I am joyous to go Oh Winter, my heart, my perfect white rose... Only in death my love for you grows...