Would you like my roses at your feet?
Winter is coming will my heart it ---freeze
With its cold voice trying to turn my heart,
As it nights.
These roses are not worthy of your acceptance
With petals of velvet red,
And stems of deep ivy green
Compared to you they are rotting vegetation
Or should I present you with this chocolate
Sweet as ambrosia
But next to you,
They appear as orange rinds.
And you as sweet as honey.
Why try to have you accept my emotion.
These symbols of my affection
Are nothing compared to you.
Will I today, expose my emotions?
Will I render myself defenseless?
But after I tell you, will not your heart turn to coldness?
