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Black Rose Fading

- Black Rose Fading -

I cry when no one is so looking�
I weep when no one is listening.
Where once was love, touching,
Now do fall only tears glistening.
I am a black rose, fading in sorrow,
Pining for the kiss of a new morrow.
Dreaming in the winter, of the spring,
For, I am an angel, with broken wings.

Beloved, whither have I come as one bidden,
Into the dreaming, that I see such a goddess?
Mine eyes must be anointed to see the hidden,
Journeying deeper, longing for a hot caress�
As I lay back, my thoughts upon thy beauty.
Beyond gardens of lilies, and rose blossoms,
Past Sakura trees that bloom pink and lovely�
I behold thee in visions, and find it awesome:
A sight beyond compare; timeless perfection!
Must I wake once more to a life so lonesome?
Without thee I am naught, without direction�
A lost soul seeking, a warrior queen undone:
Adrift on seas torrential and very frightening,
Wishing for thy hand to warm me with heat.
Winter is too harsh without thee to so bring,
The summer�s warm love, to wash upon me!
Who am I anymore, wither am I thus bound?
I remember but faintly, and then I see light�
Beyond the sorrow that pins me to the ground,
And besets me, with the sting of frost�s bite.
That vision of thee, it is enough to melt ice,
And thaw the coldness that gnaws on my soul.
Where art thou, maiden, so fair and so nice?
I need thy tenderness, to my heart so console.

Glimpses of memories that come and depart,
Of thy raven hair and eyes deep as the void�
How they haunt me, calling to me with an art:
Like no other magic, and naught I canst hide.
Nor wouldst I wish to hide from, in all truth!
Tell me thy name; tell me where thou may be,
And let me be thy own, and so never to lose�
Sight: of such loveliness, that mine eyes see.
Without thee, the world couldst pass away�
Sweeping me off with it into a dark oblivion!
But with thee, I canst face yet another day�
And know that I am right in my convictions.
So many lives I saw thy end, and my doom,
And the gods torment me, by remembrance.
Why is the winter so filled with gray gloom?
Where is the spring in which I might dance!
The grass, and flowers, the things I adore�
In the winter they seem to be like unto dead.
Oh beloved, come to me soon in love more,
More splendid than white of snow or red�
Of autumn�s colors, which art pale ghosts!
Mere phantoms, compared to love�s glory.
I am like a flower, and one who so knows,
That I will fade, without love�s nourishing.

Love is like water of life, to a divine spirit!
I pine for thy touch, beloved, for thy kiss�
Because loneliness is my bane, I do fear it,
Because it is void bereft of any bright bliss.
I clutch a black rose to my breast and weep,
Letting the thorns bite into my very flesh�
As dreams of love, into my mind do creep.
From them, I do not want to awaken fresh,
Because what is this world without passion?
It is as dead as the trees bereft of all leaves.
What is this world without love�s fashion?
A dirge, a lost girl who in silence grieves�
I am that girl, weeping in my dark solitude.
My passion still burns, but all hereabouts�
Is bereft of light, a world rough and crude!
Come to me soon; ease my spirit�s doubts.
Let not the morning sun find me perished,
If I must fade before my dear soul�s mate�
Canst come unto me and see me cherished.
Love is life to me; let it not come too late!