She dances like a scarlet coloured rose;

And when the sun smiles down on her warm face,

Of love and life, whatever gleams, she knows

Just how her ev’ry movement, full of grace,

Can draw men near; yet I have won and lost:

For I have known her more than anyone

In this world can quite know the precious cost

She means to me, and I to her; anon,

Despite all this, she chose to turn away

When I so humbly bent down on my feet

And asked for her, while she refused; that day,

My heart did true ravage me by that feat.

I should feel joy no matter high the bar,

Yet this pained road doth grow its body far.