Sunday, April 27, 2014

Crimson Roses


"Be happy, cried the Nightingale, be happy; 
you shall have your red rose. 
I will build it out of music by moonlight, 
and stain it with my own heart's-blood. 
All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, 
for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, 
and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. 
Flame-coloured are his wings, 
and coloured like flame is his body. 
His lips are sweet as honey, 
and his breath is like frankincense."

Oscar Wilde - The Nightingale and the Rose

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