My pale sweet heart
would blossom as a rose
if held within your hands.

If the thorns were to prick you
or make you bleed, do not
give up hope or faith.

A thorn is there but to deter
those who are not dedicated
to press on and pursue.

Though if you were to
put this rose aside, out of mind
it would surely wilt and die.

Do not forsake a rose
for frivolity or peer, because
if you love, love will repay.