Oh creature most mannered mild,
In my image styled...

A blue rose enclosed,
Both petal and thorn still betrothed...

Melting rays upon a soothing sea,
As a star sinks once more...

Behold the river as day breaks.
Ebbing its way to mountain lakes...

Please remove yourself from my mind,
As you have it in an awful muddle...

Fabrication it would be
If a yellow rose be found with me...

The snow does not fall like apples from a tree,
It rather enjoys gliding and floating...

Miss me while I'm still alive.
While it is still possible to be all the more...

A statement of my intent,
Maybe even a brief entry of a journal...

At the end of the day
What sort of bugs me...

The morning chill
And the sleepy eyes...

I was sat in my cottage when
The sun went down and then...