Love of Deadly Rose

Forgotten day I wish was not forgotten.

Remembered man, be patient while I cry.

If all this life has got completely rotten,

Do not come back, because we meet at night.

 

If there is something powerful above,

Among the clouds, shaking with the moon,

Why people, which are guided by the love

Are first to die in perfect winter noon?

 

The scent of death, like sweet and ugly Rose,

Is here, in me. And I will not forget.

I am that Rose, and all my tired prose

Is rhymed with pain and ugliness instead.

 

What would you say to me, your Rose, oh, God,

How dare you put this sorrow in my leaves?

If all my love was fought and killed and cut,

I'll never die, because the lover leaves.

 

How should I live today and smile to crowd?

An orphaned Rose of strong and funny man,

With eyes of him, and hair, and chin, and sound,

How should I live and have an earthly stand?

 

Here is the lasting love of deadly Rose,

I am your daughter. Hope you'll come in light.

The grave is cold just like my mourning voice.

The scent of death. I'll meet you at this night.