Sweet serene sky-like flower,
Haste to adorn her bower;
From thy long cloudy bed
Shoot forth thy damask head!

New-startled blush of Flora,
The grief of pale Aurora,
Who will contest no more,
Haste, haste to strew her floor!

Vermilion ball that's given
From lip to lip in heaven,
Love's couch's coverlet,
Haste, haste to make her bed!

Dear offspring of pleased Venus
And jolly plump Silenus,
Haste, haste to deck the hair
Of the only sweetly fair!

See! rosy is her bower,
Her floor is all this flower;
Her bed a rosy nest
By a bed of roses pressed.

But early as she dresses,
Why fly you her bright tresses?
Ah! I have found, I fear, -
Because her cheeks are near.
- by Richard Lovelace

Quotes

You are responsible, forever,
for what you have tamed.
You are responsible for your rose.
- Quote by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare,
The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonnie.
- Quote by James Hogg

The Language
Of Roses
Index

ROMANTIC
LOVE SECRETS
Find the Best Of Love,
Passion, And Romance