My Rose:

My sweet rose,

I’m sorry I’m selfish,

But in this world that’s how it tends to go.

Rose,

I had to have you for myself-

You were too good for anyone else

I watched as your thorns shed

And I watched you worry your pretty little head.

Oh my rose,

This is how it always goes,

By and by,

And the young ones

Always say oh my, my, my,

My dear rose-

Did I just hear you sigh?

That is the first sound you have made

Since I have captured you today.

Oh, my rose,

I do hope you don’t shed too many thorns

Because there is no one to protect you

And I am not nearly done

Inhaling your sweet perfume.

Little rose,

You may try,

But they always say it is your fault

That you got trapped today.

You should have worn your hair down

Without that revealing gown-

Oh, why that frown?

Silly rose,

In this world that’s how it always goes.