frail and short lived I tell a story
a message stronger than any force
I could leave an eternal memory
my thorns may show you no remorse.

sinuous, curvaceous as a woman's figure
my green arms open to show you my beauty
my looks are seen as a treasure
until petals fall from expired romantic treaty.

I witness true love and secret affairs
opposites in life now come in pairs
heavenly white, deceiving black
why does my purpose seem to have lack?
bashful pink, scarlet red
my lively appeal has now been shed.