I wish that I could say I know I loved him well.
Although I loved him then as now,
Somehow, I am sure I could do nothing but fail.
My desires were not met by his lonesome needs.
The vain covenant refused to grow,
As if was a red rose entrapped by beguiling weeds.
My heart found no warm safe harbor in his breast.
The white rose of truth languished;
Within, my sad soul bled and knew no sweet rest.
So I offered up to him a radiant yellow rose instead
Praying friendship lay not vanquished;
Yet, sorrowfully found only a lonely garden dead.