My seed has been sown
This life is now my own
To grow, love and die
Like the rose reaching for the sky.
Just as the rose blossoms red,
To show its heart for what lies ahead,
So shall I place my heart on my sleeve
For you to see before you leave.
As the rose needs the sun
To give its radiant color a reason
For invoking the most arduous lovers
Into the wonders of love, such endeavors.
So do I need your presence
To solidify my very essence.
For without the sun,
The rose will grow for none.
Its beauty fades and withers away
On such a sad, cold winter's day.