'A Vanitas Fruit Piece'

[jan_davidsz_de_heem]

Dear Rose

If you would have be more lenient on me,
your benign devotee (not malignant),
I will tell you something.

It happened three years ago.

The venue, where I have been going in
to listen to music with a three friends of mine;
to the certain extent it was a Coal mining.

You-Rose, has come in this club.
You have told me off, that I have been offending
your father. (your forge Sister was close to you,
she is quite fine, looking at her nice appearance;
hmm, I'm thinking that she has a loads of admireres.)
- Perhaps it was not altogether truth,
continuing with the core of this letter to you, Rose,
that I have been behaving so badly.

I have made up, to be better perceived by you,
to fetch you a flower.
I went the club out, took a cab,
and rode, rode so fast as it was possible in to buy a rose.
As soon as I could have returned from the Central Station,
you have given the rose flower.
But you are my Rose, and it was not so easy.

Much to my dismay, you have refused.
It confused me a little, maybe even more than a little.
The friends of you were proud of you,
and have been laughing at me.
I was not.

Once such a girl like you,
-this same, whom I have meet in Euro 24 in a queue
having paying for the gum (bubble only),
when in the meantime I have bought 4 botles of Ginger beer;
have been reluctant to admit an apologising flower,
I was nearly ruined.

As you should known, I am so benign towards you,
-my innocent heifer.
I am still paying homage to you, my Rose.

To be not in a sulky mood,
I have devoured the rose's bud in front of you.
You have given the stem with thorns.
Next, I have been punished by you,
my severe judge, with this stem,
on my bottom.
The wounded bottom still brings me pain and hurts.
But recently I have passed successfully
the course, referred to the safe landing system,
and this same in the future I will be able
to show you something of your concern.
I hope so.

Perhaps my letters would have endeared me
to you-Rose.
Twist in my sobriety.