The Rose

The Rose

When I look at you, I see a queen. When I look at myself, I see nothing. I don't have any education and no career. All I know is that I love you, my dear. I can't give you diamonds, and I can't give you gold. I have nothing left but my soul. You can find that one who can give you a mink stole. What I have left, I have already sold. I am cold, and I'm getting old. All I have left to give you is this wilted rose. That lost its thorns and was never sold. So please let me go. And send me home. I have nothing left that I own.