Your love was like a crimson rose br so soft, so pure br it bloomed and shone br for all to see br and many envied me. br br My rose seemed to overcome br the pain of winter's cold br the burning rays of poverty. br br But like the fragile rose that was br I grasped you to my aching heart too tight br crushing my crimson rose. br Thorns dug at my flesh br piercing my heart br releasing drops of blood br mingled in tears. br br I saw my rose br dropp to the ground br crushed by this hands. br br In fear to save eternally br what could not be, br I crushed my rose and br pierced my aching heart at last.