Let it be known that every rose
Radiant, red as blushing cherries
Of domineering spring
coughing silent tulips,
from the hillsides
sneezing gentle winds
from the bough,
of the life-giving trees
withers and dies
love can be tempted
to withstand the driest of summers
the faintest of whispers
the most horrid of storms
the coldest of winters
love is to be kept
within its confinement
of the heart
to beat and beat until,
there is no blood left
stopped by fate,
my tears flood rivers
where fish swim
scales shining like the sadness
kept within my fallen heart
But that is okay
Because like the rose
Every love shall wither and die
Radiant, red as blushing cherries
Of domineering spring
coughing silent tulips,
from the hillsides
sneezing gentle winds
from the bough,
of the life-giving trees
withers and dies
love can be tempted
to withstand the driest of summers
the faintest of whispers
the most horrid of storms
the coldest of winters
love is to be kept
within its confinement
of the heart
to beat and beat until,
there is no blood left
stopped by fate,
my tears flood rivers
where fish swim
scales shining like the sadness
kept within my fallen heart
But that is okay
Because like the rose
Every love shall wither and die
