Seven roses

In the garden of ruined castle of afar
Search I the cutest roses like treasure
As it is still early season they are in buds
Yet I see the colours from small openings
Surely today I will find the nicest SEVEN ROSES
Amongst the hundreds of thousand of rose flowers
Yes, SEVEN ROSES only for her

First is the colour of your lips, crimson
Second is red, as bright as the setting sun
Third is pink, the copy of her cheekiest cheeks
Forth is yellow, as in the sea of rapeseed blooms
Fifth, I shall take a chance on unopened charisma
Sixth and seventh, I will go for the sweetest aroma
Yes, SEVEN ROSES only for her

This rose, for her beauty in abundance
This rose, to awaken her sense of romance
This rose, to bring the spring to her window
This rose, to appeal her love in my meadow
This rose, to moisten her cute lips from dryness
Last two roses, to increase the magnet of lovers
Yes, SEVEN ROSES only for her

As roses are awoken by the breeze of spring
Aroused me you have and my love is burning
Though roses grow with sun, water and fertile soil
My heart is desirous of your charm, heart and smile
Angry roses always warn us silently with their thorns
But to receive my love I hope she has no thorny words
Yes, SEVEN ROSES only for her