Love of a Sick Rose
Oh rose what has sickened you?
Is it the worm that bothers out of the blue?
His dark intentions appears as a woe
Do not be deceived and perceive the love is true.
Oh rose look at you!
Thy poor heart has sickened
Worm playfully penetrated in your nest
Thy innocence was taken
Purity of yours faded and the rest
Where art thou the love he uttered
Now you are dying in vain
Pain is felt as well as suffered
That's the love of a sick rose.