Beauty rests there in his face

   Which gods have duly adorned

Its picture on my mind there traced

   No fairer lad was ever born

Wander close its smell so sweet

   Beguiling all my senses

Wild rose, unfettered treat

   Unpicked, cast off your thorny defenses

Unlike any other

   Resplendent blossom on the mead

So precious and so rare

   Pure delight he is indeed

To close my eyes and think of him

   Brings a smile when I’m in need

Like fragile bud unopened

   His worth lie hidden inside

Fair but not a token

   Deeper beauty in him does lie

Virtues sweet, ideals complete

   Vested shield of honor worn

Cruel in his retreat

   But what is a rose without its thorn?

Beauty fades withering past

   Time he steals it all away

But in my heart forever sealed,

Fairest lad, I will always see you that way