I ought to give thee one single spineless rose,
for thou, my lover, art all I need to have.
And I shall name this flow’r rose.
Had I to thy heart’s mysterious hall access
I would not change the name this flowers possess.
Had I the chance to offer thee one small spine
I’d doubtlessly reject: it shalt not be thine.
Flow’rs to thee! Only roses to thy smell, sight
and heart. Only spineless roses by thy side!
And if one day thou comandest me ‘Why, O
why, dost thou give me only this spineless rose?’
my lips will open by thy will and respond
‘ ‘Tis for to thee only Beauty doth belong:
harmless, heavenly Beauty thou deservest
for love thou makest and love thou harvestest.’
Dearest: be it Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
’tis to thee the happiest, fairest bells do toll.
Magic bells that will make hear the hopeless deaf,
and make me wonder, for all I need to have
is thee, my belovèd, and thy young Beauty.
I ought to give thee one single spineless rose.
And thine ’twill be: reflection of thy Beauty.
I shall name thy Beauty rose.