• To whom the rose dare to bloom
    my dearest love
    Frozen forever in the shadows
    of that which capture your forlorn gaze
    and by your hand shall i not suffer
    to whom the rose dare to bloom and
    to he who bares is alluring curse
    ghostly, pale, love stained your soul
    from the blood on your razor
    for i am bound by such promise
    To stay in this realm
    so long as the world be round
    And the skies a deep azure temptation
    For you and you alone i have prayed
    to keep my soul and should i die
    before i wake shall none mourn for me
    for i am where my heart
    can at last be with yours
    My sweet handsome ghost
    Because the skies be not blue the day i die
    nor the earth we know be round