What a beautiful rose you are!
How I wish to pluck you so!
But those thorns will just leave scars,
A reminder of the painful woes.
My rose your scent is so sweet,
But your fragrance is poisonous I fear.
I'd love to smell you, but I can't get near.
If I do, I'll fall here dead.
But allow me to admire you afar instead.
Dear rose your scarlet petals are so soft and bright!
I want to touch you, feel you, behold your sight!
But I can't, for you will fade.
Forever like this, we must remain,
Even if there's nothing but pain.