I know of a rose that shall not die,
Which blooms forever in my heart,
The passion of my inner eye.
What roots in earth cannot deny
That what must come must too depart,
Yet there is a rose that shall not die.
She blooms for all beneath the sky
With joy and spirit – the greatest part
And passion of my inner eye.
And even as the sea must sigh
For waters carried far apart
I think of the rose that shall not die:
For waters return to the sea’s deep cry
By rivers that wend and whirl and dart.
For the passion of my inner eye
There will not be that last goodbye,
For she is me and I am part
Of her, my love and inner eye,
The rose I love that shall not die.
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