when I spotted a pretty rose
I thought, “I don't like being alone.”
So I decided to bring her back home.
The rose grew each day.
As I watched her, I could not look away.
I kept her in my living room so that
everyone could admire this beautiful plant.
My friends were amazed by the rose,
but of all the people, I've loved her the most!
For a couple of days she kept me company, silent.
And after a week or so, she became tired.
She had grown old, then it occurred…
I became bored with her.
I threw the rose out, needless to say.
I did not need her anyway!
I already forgot about her, when one day
I walked down the streets. Perhaps it was May?
In my neighbour's garden I saw the rose
and I felt a shiver from head to toe.
She was more gorgeous than ever,
never have I seen a rose look better.
I wanted her back, but she was already set.
All I was left with was deep regret.
I should've known better, but I didn't understand it.
She was so important to me, that I underestimated.
The rose was something that I did not deserve
Because of the pain I caused to her.