A Rose as Sweet as Thee

Oh for a rose as sweet as thee
I’d climb a mountain on bended knee
To catch a glimpse of thy sweet face
And clothe thee in a delicate lace
For thy beauty overwhelms the deepest part
Of my soul

You are a vision fair and white
In purest clarity of my sight
A thing of beauty to behold
In a precious house of shining gold
To be valued all the days that time affords
To my heart

A joy that moves me to great deeds
To the crafting of the finest creeds
And the declaration of the greatest things
These are the elements that she brings
To this simple man of simple taste and
Simple strength