Rose red, rose fine

Rose bloom, rose shine

Strong stem, full of grace

Pretty petals, lovely face.

Thorns sharp, deadly knives

She with the sharpest thorns survives

Beauty deadly, beauty sweet

Remember me when next we meet

For I, the rose, with petals light

Will capture you with beauty's fright.

And I, the lovely, red, red rose

Will remember all the wrongs you chose.

Rose charming, rose dear

This rose teaches hearts to fear

That he who watches soon believes

That beauty lies, cheats, and deceives.