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