The Garden Rose
in a garden of flowers
by the kings palace
a blossom stood out!
with petals so soft,
the hue of a passion
so flushed and so fair.
its name was rose,
its splendor uncompare
the gardner a boy
not even a man
spent day in
and day out
with this bloom
Oh so fair!
he watered and he sang
to be with his rose
his only true love
but the king
a jealous one indeed
wanted to rose
all to himself
he spited the gardner
for his tender love and care
until one day enough was enough
and the king plucked the rose
then took it away
the gardner poor gardner
what could he do
except end his own
for a life with out love
is no life at all
and the garden was lost
the beauty it had
was nothing at all