My red, and pink rose, as you reach to the sky,
Thorns down your stem, beauty to die.
Petals so soft, scent of the night,
You are a gift, the loveliest sight.
Grow strong and tall,
Silhouette in moonlight,
My child my all
Your essence so bright.
Take my love rose, when I pick in its bloom,
My gentle still heart will give to you soon.