Even when I'm lost I still feel your flame, Wandering around, forlorn in an unknown land, Your uncanny memory allows me to stand, And now sweet purpose has sated my brain, Your presence is a vibrant ivory stain, And here I have for you, a solid gilted band, Also yours is my amatory hand, And my eleemosynary will remain, Purely betaine, your smile has been perfectèd; You are my gentle and exquisitely sound friend, Who has enamored my mortal vestibule, My hopes and dreams have just been resurrected; I am your VIOLET ROSE, and I subsist undead, You've been given my best amative boule.