O beauteous rose

In the garden

Shining like a star

Where dandelions wither and

Lilacs, violets, and lavender

All pale in your presence

Your delicate petals

Show the dew of the morning

And your thorns show pain

Your innocent beauty

Hides the depth of your meaning

Jealousy, passion, innocence, pain, and love

Your color tells a story

Which only some know

Can make or break a human love

You, O James, have given

Her a red rose

But she does not feel your love

She has returned a pink

One, which only

Means friendship

But do not despair

Maybe another day

You will get a dozen red roses