I spied a pathetic rose

Listless, with drooping head

When I looked more close

I saw, it was almost dead.

Compassion filled my heart

For beauty neglected so.

I cupped it in my hands

And I said "I'll help you grow."

I freed it from the thorns

And turned it to the sun

Watered it with care

And soon it had begun

To raise it's head in pride

The beauty shone anew

My joy I could not hide

And as it fairer grew

I held it as a treasure

My own sweet work of art

There was nothing could measure

The longing in my heart

To keep this beauty always

Here, close by my side

So in unthinking passion -

(Since then - O, how I've cried)

In unthinking passion

To place it near my heart