A rose once blossomed in my garden,
so did happiness in my heart;
sweet smiles crowded my lips;
sprightful dances became a common sight
for, i saw my little rose by the morning light.
she smiled but i stared;
i stared yet she smiled;
that was what we did
when the stars took their flight!
i fed her day and night
and praised her with all my might.
when to the morning dew her beauty spread,
her anger was of the color red.
she shone as i already said;
a rose, very red.
we watched each other's face,
wished i belong to her race!
her bright petals warmed the sun,
her thorns, the silence pierced!
for her, it was all but fun;
joy in my heart she spun.
the colors of my garden seemed to fade,
when on my rose, my eyes i laid:
i watched the power of beauty being made!
with her days numbered,
her beauty lingered.
death, his chariot, he rode;
as a cold wave, he flowed.
as if touched, she stood still!
drained into eternity, until!