he Red Rose whispers of passion,
And the White Rose breathes of love;
O, the Red Rose is a falcon,
And the White Rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
with a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
has a kiss of desire on the lips.
Being your slave what should I do but tend,Upon the hours, and times of your desire?I have no precious time at all to spend;Nor services to do till you require.
Being your slave what should I do but tend,
Upon the hours, and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend;
Nor services to do till you require.
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