A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
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Comments1Really resonated with the line "But my rose turned away with jealousy, And her thorns were my only delight." Speaks volumes about unrequited love and unappreciated devotion.