Secret Of A Rose
Oh, rose, what is your secret that made your petal fall?
Was it some secret thing, or did it happen not at all?
Is it tears that float around you, or is it make believe?
Your petal like a reason, a dream you can't conceive.
Oh, rose, are you hiding something, a love that's never been?
There is not the tarnish nor the joy on the flower or the stem,
But a lovely, lonely petal, like a precious kiss of dew,
Was it something that you put there, a treasure just for you?
If you painted,