Freshly grown with love,

They were built just for you,

Picked out by the one you love,

To accompany your beauty,

And just as the loves dies,

They start to fade away,

Their body knows no more beauty,

Just as you don't know love anymore,

Something so precious now worthless,

It's quite a shame it really is,

Your lover is gone with the wind,

And soon the roses will be gone to.