What is this my lavender rose?
Sleeping in the Autumn morn
In garden rich in bud and thorn
With petals aglow in soft rippling sleeves
Have you my secrete pleasure?
My hidden passion deep?
In your brilliant purple
Scenting dew air sweet
And my face embracing
Your sensuous bloom
Your perfume tasting pure and bold
As I hold the scissors at your throat
And snip you from your garden home
Of rosebush, leaf and thorn
Rosebush, leaf and thorn
Now you adorn my sunny windowsill
While sipping sugar water from a severed stem
I am, I am, I am lost again
In your… in your charm
Rosebush, leaf and thorn
Rosebush, leaf and thorn
Rosebush, leaf and thorn
What is this my lavender rose?
Sleeping in the Autumn morn
To grace the window of my home
With petals aglow in soft rippling sleeves
Have you my secrete pleasure?
My hidden passion deep?
Rosebush, leaf and thorn
Rosebush, leaf and thorn
Silently you begin to fade away
Petals drop and colors fade
So it goes

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