7This rose was planted long ago
And into this garden stole
One to pick this very rose
This rose was given to me
A picture of utter beauty
A sign for me to see
The love this One had for me
My poor rose with no more strength to live
Such is a dreamer with no more dreams to give
Brilliant sparkles and shimmers of delight
Now dull and silent; such is life
Humbly given her rights
For one smile,
For one sign,
One for me to see tonight
For one laugh, one touch
One tear, and one sigh
One thought of content
For one moment in time
It almost seems in vain
My poor rose will never bloom again
But without it, things wouldn't have changed
And never again will I be the same