Courtyard by dusk.

Roses veiled the courtyard by dusk they we're accent, nothing could compare to thee,
or what those Roses ment,

His eyes consume the garden beds, soul flowers find the light,

Nothing could compare to him, on that beloved night

When red and flesh as pale as snow, beneath the stars behold
- catch moonbeams
And subtle dreams, before the nights
cold fell,

And Roses...oh the Roses ,How pleasant
was their bloom, 
 
In the
courtyard in the still of night beneath that precious moon.