I wished for a rose

And it was granted

In the garden of my heart

It was rooted

In spring, it brought me joy

Bushes in full bloom

Fragrance it spread

In my chambers effacing gloom

In summer, with care

I sprinkled love

To prevent it from wilting

The heat, I shove

In autumn, it went silent

Leaves shedding

With prickly thorns it hurt

My very being

When winter came

I had to prune the canes

So I prepare it well

For the next season again

Perhaps love is such

And hence compared to a rose

With tender care it grows

When the time comes

We need to know how to let go