To the Fallen Rose

Have I not considered you lovely

To keep you always by my side?

Were your not existence to be

That together we take life's ride?

Every moment in solitude I see

You rise and turn into my bride!

Oh! You feel you have shriveled up,

Turned into an ugly toad!

But I would drink from the cup

Of your lips to lighten your load.

Am I not withered- old and weak?

What right do I have over thee?

But for the love of a soul, true and meek

To love you and stay carefree!