Through sorrows of you

Love is a sacred red rose
First you must breathe its

Hot fiery scented clothes
And then passion permits

Unveil your hearts velvet
Tear-ripped torment-soul

Be thankful not to covet
A vengeful idea to extol

A means to hurt afresh
Flesh of your own flesh

The blood of your blood
Be thankful love imbues

An eternal flower bud
Flowering once but true
Through sorrows of you!