Your castle has so many red roses, Every one of them sweetly composes, Sublime poetry for my ears to hear, I do not worry, nor will my heart fear, My sinful ways will be put to silence, I'll protect these roses from violence, I'll water these roses. They're my bright stars, My promise is to ne'er let them own scars, All of their days will only be golden, These sweet rose buds will only live swollen, Nothing matches your excellent report, The pureness of your love is all I got! And I give my beatitude unto thee, Your melancholy, I will surely blot! You will finally get the chance to see, That my spirit yields the sweetest privilege, And my poetry will not lose its edge.