The message of the roses

Oh, if the fairest of these roses

With its red lips to thee shall tell

Such things as language knows not of,

As in thy bosom it reposes,

Then keep it well-

It is my love!

But if the sweetest of the roses

With its red lips shall silent be,

And only seek instead the bliss

Which thy delightful mouth discloses,

Return it me-

It is my kiss!