Mystic fragrance of a rosy bud,
Wore around a blood red stud.
Opened to blossom bright and gay,
Had a thing so keen on say……

Rosalia named I in my colored time,
Dwelled in Kinsland of the mystic shine.
The heaven’s blue on my beautiful two,
And my blood’s red on my lips stud……

Glowing divine with crystal styles,
Muslin on with full of smiles.
Rainbows bent watching me,
Flowers blossomed touching me……

The stones get life through my colored sight,
The birds chirruped on their new flight.
Twas a happy soul so light and gay,
Fluttering at wind leaving sorrows at bay……

Beauty was mine of my mystic divine,
Attracted the lord of heaven’s shine.
Princess was I of mortal race,
Shone ablaze with sparkled face……

The lord captived by my earthly beauty,
Granted me a wish of world’s duty.
My beautiful eyes that sparkled bright,
Got on pride no worthy right……

Always a side of the life’s coin’
Flip the side so keen to join.
It’s your choice on what you choose,
For headed high was I, invited it loose……

It’s my word on which flowers bloom,
Out the moon on it’s silver shoon.
The dots twinkling at bay,
Things liked I were happy and gay……

The worldly powers in my palm’s grasp,
Round the world in my laps wrapped.
Against the law of nature I headed,
Where no power was cared or bothered……

The lord too patient with my evil deeds,
And the path through which I lead.
Broke out loose in anger flames,
Sinned was I for all the blames……

My mortal thing turned to sinned rose,
Heaven’s face to a blood red pose.
With all my pride into sharp thorns,
Pierce the first who love me mourn……