May the mystique of Santa Claus bring you bouquets of beautiful roses - and mat it be bountiful
The rosebuds in the wild - still prevalent
Beauteous - beauteous be - effectively- predominantly
Love thee- "How do I love thee ?" " To be or not to be"
Or there ought I - or ought to be - loveth of thy buds!
Wild , wild nights to capture far beyond the bitter snow
Until spring - the death of our roses breathe
Blooming in wild - day after day- night after night
Rainbow hues - the iris -mesmerized beauty of rays
Nourishes thy soil - kind of beauty be- it blooms
The petals then therefore flower with relevance
And lovely be that of the wild - pretty parfum
Each year with each galaxy of the starry nights that predict
Weather- for week by week - day by day in the spring
After a long cold winter beneath the snow we soon see in a bud
Watching even in the wild - the ROSE . In its beauty of bloom
Wild , wild nights annually each year those buds
Dozens in courtship - one two three- millions by the dozens
Roses wild in our world! beautiful gardens - precious and few
Cultivated - the wonder of nature - beauteous - mother of the wild
Under the gazing stars - star light, star bright- a beautiful sight
And still prevalent through the years may they multiply
In the womb of my heart! Bewildered you may wonder why?
With the wild , wild nights and nourishing beauty of the sky
My roses I cherish! I proclaim! The breath that they bring
And yes the death of the rosebush will be back in the spring.
