In love thou trust, and so do I,
On snow-white wings we'd reach ecstasy,
Marble Moon would sing us lullaby,
Garden of Venus reveal its mystery.
Each dawn my heart awakens in crimson,
Poor me is bleeding of dolour,
My biggest dream is to catch her glimpsing,
To meet those eyes, see the colour.
Oh Lord, prayers fly to Thy lands,
I'm down on my knees in desperation.
From the bottom ov dirt I ask romance,
My sullen world is tired ov devastation.
Like cat on hands, I would caress
My finest queen, oh gimme chance.
Crimson Rose Sonnet
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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