Oh! My God, how roses match the lilies May you match a man, to compliment your passion. You, so different from all the flowers So, match a passion, to pair your violet A passionate heart is my only treasure To sacrifice it upon the altar of your love Oh! my heart of passion, to whom do I bestow you To suit your beauty, so I do not waste you AND THEN IT CONTINUES WITH A "HURTFULL" OBSERVATION To be in pain and to talk of it, that is not pain But to be in pain and not cry And you alone should know it!
