Pressed between the pages of time 
Like an ancient nursery rhyme 
Now lies the Rose of lavender 
Gently touching, my love's adornment, 
Sprinkles of blood sprung by the thorn. 

My love kissed this rose with her lips 
Pierced by the same thorn, her blood drips 
The blood-red Rose of lavender 
Colors anew, our blood mingled 
Spirits were felt while I tingled. 

Where now have my sweetheart's lips gone?
Coloring time of distant dawn 
Fading the Rose of lavender 
Her lips chase each sunsets new day 
Long ago my love passed away. 

Together, our love pledged that night 
Halos flew from the stars so bright 
I love my Rose of lavender
Our blood mingles, never to part 
Her restless love bleeds in my heart.