I found a rose in my hand
But, her sight was prettier than the rose
But, as she fluttered by, time froze
So, for another day, I kept it close

I had a rose in my hand
But, our eyes didn’t meet; it started raining
But, for a shelter, she went inside running
And, we, silhouettes in a way, were left remaining

I took a rose in my hand
But, the bell rang too long, yet I waited to see
But, a little angel opened and oh so shy was she
And as she ran inside, I left; the rose still with me

I lay silent, a rose in my hand
But, no words those forsaken lips could say
But, my old, red heart hadn’t turned grey
And those perfumed petals didn’t wilt away