Rompryska, ye be friend oh,
delicate in frailty exclusive to those of thine nature
ever unaware of coarseness that be about
for thou rises above all not in beauty of flesh save spirit,
so tender in its caches of ye so refined

Rompryska, ye be friend inspiring
in methods of spontaneous deity
for thine fantasy taketh all where it be but illusion
of thine dream in hallucination of world
ye have so lovingly created in tenderness
to be found but in ye

Rompryska, ye be friend ever present
art of mine as it be for thee
to whom words of poetry be intended upon
for in ye be ardor of work of mine
to provide true value to emotions of life
so vibrant in lady as thee of youthful grace of spirit

Rompryska, ye be friend of mine
ever in absence of malice for eyes of thee
speak all of she who may not conceive desire
for what be not pure

Rompyska, ye be friend of society
oh, mine sophisticated for in thine presence
it be harmony of grandeur in opera
that taketh but higher elevation
whilst tales so passionate of humanity
ever be abundant in thee of true adoration
as those to be cherished in halls of delicate culture

Rompryska, ye be friend for what be appreciation
in thine humble servant of world so filled with ye
youthful lady of voice so high as to leave void
in thine lack