My dear wilted rose

It is not the end

Life gives a second chance

Take it and bloom

My dear wilted rose

That is forever behind you

Forget about the pain

It was good riddance

My dear jilted rose.

But remember what you hated

Or it you might become

As rotten, as twisted

As dry, thorny and tilted rose

I see the marks and prunes

But I won’t throw you out

Or confine you to a book

My dear mud silted rose

Instead I’ll be your sunshine,

Your water and your roots.

Till grow back. Don’t worry,

My dear wilted rose