Roses, roses, so beautifully colored

How short such a sweet dream is lived.

Roses, roses, such a lovely bloom

So why must they leave, taking all but a tomb?

In the morning, looking deep into the ocean

Sometimes calmly blue

Sometimes startling green with commotion

Sometimes when that ocean must go away

It is the color of my heart,

From a vibrant red to a saddened grey

What I'd give to feel that blanket wrapped around me

That light peach blanket

How long I'd wait to pick your rose.

To nourish it. To be it's sun and water.

Roses, roses, so very bland

When I want none but your rose's hand.