Blue Roses
By: Anonymous
Beside a lake two lovers walked
Dimly cheerful as they talked
She: "Please tell me, do you love me well?"
He: "I love thee more than words can tell."
She: "Then, in your smile, let me know."
He: "I love thee more than I can show."
She: "Then touch my face that I may feel it."
He: "A simple touch could not reveal it."
She: "If not to hear nor to see nor to feel, then how am I to know it's real?"
He: "My every joy to thee I owe."
She: "If that be true then prove it so."
He: "Whatever you wish I shall acquire. Whatever is thee heart's desire. Look
around this wondrous land. Tell me, love, what you find most grand. Tell me what
you deem the fairest, even if it be the rarest. For I would tame hell's hottest
fire. To bring you what you so desire."
She: "There is a thing my heart doth treasure, from which I yeild unending pleasure.
Before the light of this day closes, I bid thee, find me two blue roses."
He: "I know not any place to find a single rose bush of that kind. Alas, my dear, I
must insist, such blue roses do not exist."
She: "Though easily you may ignore, I know you've seen them times before. But if my
request thou dost deny, my love for thee would surely die. And so, my sweet, a fond
adieu, in hopes you find my roses blue."
He: "To prove to thee this love is true, I shall find two roses blue."
Beside a lake two lovers parted
Misty-eyed and heavy hearted
He walked on with hastened speed
She prayed that he would succeed
Hours passed, as time demanded
And he appeared, empty-handed
Beside a lake two lovers met
Filled with sorrow and regret
She: "I see that you have failed to find the roses which I so desired."
He: "Alas, my dear, I've tried my best to find for you your stange request. But still
again, I must insist such blue roses do not exist."
She: "If thou art true in telling me such blue roses cease to be, then my request thou hast
denied. And thus my love for you has died."
Beside a lake two lovers parted
Misty-eyed and broken-hearted
She ran off with tearful pleas
He dropped slowly to his knees
With heart ache he had never known
Across the lake the sunlight shown
And in the water's clear reflection
Saw his face in rippled perfection
And from this mirror he exposes
That his eyes are but two blue roses.
