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.