My rose how doth you grow for me
With blooms of deepest red
My love will nurture your roots to grow
My tears they shall doth wet

Your crimson petal's with a scent so wild
Drive me to dispare
For my rose you are the one
I'll hold and treat with care

The thorns that adorn your outer self
Will keep the hands away
Of others that might want to take
My rose some other day

So let me take the sunshine now
And bathe you all the morn
Protect you from all the harm
Of life's incoming storm