Roses there may be,
equal to fish in the sea,
but in the garden, I see
only one rose for me.
O! How it's scent enamored!
For it, my senses clamored!
It's fair petals, touched with pink,
claimed my heart in a blink!
Yet 'twas ephemeral-
the stars had crossed,
the Rose shed her petals-
their life lost.
Speakers of roses abounding:
a rose by any other name,
may be just as sweet,
but for my Rose, I weep.
