A sweet,

Innocent creature,

Is the rose.

Her light petals dance in the wind,

And sob in the dew,

Her laughter reaches the ears of the blessed,

And the damned.

Her life is filled with sun,

And joy,


And dreams.

Oh that rose is a gentle thing,

Her soft kiss,

Given too any who ask.

That rose,

She is kind,


Oh that rose is a lucky woman.