Our rose blossoms in the garden today,
She comes of age to lovely promises;
Knowing in time she'd be plucked away,
Let her free, leave us be in emptiness.

As if unawares she has grown matured;
Thought she's still our adolescent flower,
We poured our love to, put to school, nurtured,
Clothed, shielded within our means and power.

Her silhouette is becoming obvious,
Blossoming in foamy lace flowing gown.
As such the couple makes me so envious,
For their loving moments, I keep my frown.

On this day a father's sworn vow comes true:
To give his daughter's hand to someone new.