A rose, it blooms in colours bright, 
Its fragrance carried on a gentle breeze
A sigh of love to rest within your heart
To remember the softness of its petals 
And the one you love.

But a rose must fade and die, 
Its petals falling from its heart
Drifting its colours fading as it falls below.

But I have found a rose that cannot fade and die
Always alive to feel its freshness, 
To hold it forever in my heart
Its colours to brighten up my darkest day
Its softness to melt my heart
A rose to keep forever beside me 
Until the day I die.

The rose is my life, my breath, my love 
And you, my love, are that rose