For beauty and grace can hold no noise
Rich girls and boys with bundles of poise
But you, oh Briar wield such a trait
Such heavens will sing when you cross their gate
Emerge from the depth from crashing sea
Waves high as mountains, rough wind then breeze
Briar Rose, last descendant of sun
The time for your passing has not yet begun
I call you front i call you back
Eyes gold as sun, hair dark and black
Eternal love, hope and compassion
Our friend, the boy, features blank and ashen
Dear Briar, dear sun, blessed marigold augen
Knowledge, wit and travel to see and to broaden
green envy, blue melancholy engulfed red fire
lovely ladies dressed to the nines in imposing attire
For you, Briar Rose a gift so precocious
You loved and you held what was claimed so atrocious
A lady must wed and a lady must clean
But they say in your eyes an unusual gleam
Took into the night with nowhere to turn
The satchel of pearl and not much discern
You raced out the back you were finally free
Remnants of friendship stashed in Notting tree
Old Notting Hill where we once reside
I leave it to you Briar, you must decide
The fate of this friendship the woes of this love
peace from deep within, replace the leading dove.
