The rose of love withered on the vine
In lifeless disposition it remains
The sugar of joy's elation did decline
Bewailing sorrows sing in sad refrains
No recapturing of past gleefulness
Her petals died they browned to dark
There would ne'er again be happiness
The rose's heart minus a loving spark
Without the touch of fondness on its bloom
The rose lost color and faded away
All those wonderful days lie in dead gloom
Sombre the vine of love is this very day
As dusk turns to the dawning of closeness
Reflect on the rose's place in darkness