I'll call you a rose,

A thing of great beauty

Your virtue everyone knows

Your sight we all can see.

Your fragrance is sweet

Your eyes are clear as dew.

Whenever we meet

I find I love you.

The trouble's with me.

For I am too meek

Whenever your sight I see

I find I can hardly speak..

Every rose has its own thorn.

My love is long lost and forlorn.