crushed by the rose that savage gave
as gallant down on bloody knees
said:
“Princess i believe thee
and trust love honour
only thee
but reaction was what i seek
thus i confronted thee
my angel every word yours
pure as snow
but i needed to know
through a storm that branched my heart
a blow so low that sickle smiles
my princess thy word is law
my head is yours
my heart is yours
beminnen, houden van, liefhebben
look at the blood
look at the wounds