You gave me all that I would need
And made my wishes true--
And every night to me you'd plead
And I decline to you--

You'd stand there pale and acrid eyed
Yet softly say good night
Turn and walk once more denied
And so would fade the light

The blue rose rare, one cannot gain
If glove or guard be worn--
'Tis only when one risks the pain
Of flesh against the thorn--

Our world was warm and full of play
Yet I was not content--
And voices strong led me astray
And far from you I went--

So swayed was I by other's view
And fear it all would end--
That I forgot to think of you
My one and only friend--

A broken promise cannot die
In dreams it always burned--
And when I heard your anguished cry
To you I soon returned--

But must it take your world to fall
To find where truth may lie--
You are not the beast at all
I fear my lord, 'tis I--

A love this rare, one cannot gain
If truth is not yet sworn--
It's only when we risk the pain
Of flesh against the thorn--