From his heart grew a rose,
Around her heart there was a wall.
The rose tried to breach
And break the barrier in its path.
Alas the wall was too old
And too wise, to go down thus.
The rose tried its utmost best,
And the wall smiled on.
Nut in the end, the rose was vanquished,
It did meet its bitter-sweet end;
It withered away at the foot of the wall.
But it went away with a smile,
For in its dying glance it saw
The wall smiling on, but
The twinkle in its eye
Was a tiny, tiny tear.
So even in defeat and mournful death,
The rose did achieve success,
For it still did spread its scent
Even in death’s cold grip.
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