There is a wish,
that I have kept close,
through and through days that have past
for fear that it would not last
in the eyes of one I would ask,

To sit and talk
for hours at a time,
and perhaps a walk
through hills we can climb.

And so tired am I
of my lonesome ways
that I would dare, be so bold
to have my wish be told,
to you, the one I would ask
through no such mask
as this,
and say.
That I see no broken rose.
but a woman just as beautiful.