Skrevet i London sammen med Suzanne Roux. Kjærlighetserklæring til selve kjærligheten. Mitt bidrag til symposium.

Tekst:

No rose
could smell as sweet when you
seduce me with your wild perfume

or so I thought
before I knew
The true natured, thorny you

Ref:
No rose, my beauty
I thought no rose could compare
Until I felt the depth and sting of your small scratch
Like no other thorn would dare

Vers:
Your soft
velvet, blushing cheek
Some rare, and wild, and gorgeous breed
Totally beguiled me
My mind misled, my heart decieved

Ref:
No rose, my beauty
I thought no rose could compare
Until I felt the depth and sting of your small scratch
Like no other thorn would dare

Bridge:
And yet, once stung
Exquisite pain I can't forget
Leaves me with a longing
Like a note of a nightingales' song
And I would fall upon your small sword again
If you would only acquiesce

ref:
No rose, my beauty
I thought no rose could compare
Until I felt the depth and sting of your small scratch
Like no other thorn would dare

Like no other thorn would dare
And I would fall upon your small sword again...