Have you ever loved a rose,
         And watched her slowly bloom;
         And as her petals would unfold,
         You grew drunk of her perfume. 
 
Have you ever seen her dance,
         Her leaves all wet with dew;
         And quivered with a new romance- 
         The wind, he loved her too. 
 
Have you ever longed for her,
         On nights that go on and on;
         For now, her face is all a blur,
         Like a memory kept too long. 
 
Have you ever loved a rose,
        And bled against her thorn;
        And swear each night to let her go,
                 Then love her more by dawn.