Oh Sweet Rose
Oh sweet rose, beautiful and bright,
for a weary traveler, a wonderful sight.
Bringing back the memories of past picked flowers,
the traveler bends to pick it, enchanted by its powers.
But nay, his devotion is thwarted by pain,
for the rose has thorns underneath its mane.
And now the weary traveler, who brought no gloves,
is bleeding all for the rose that he loves.