One lovely morning,
I found a fresh rose.
I quickly thought of you,
and your lovely smile.
I thought of the rain,
and remembered us dancing!

Remember our first dance?
You came down here to visit one morning,
as the clouds unleashed relentless rain.
Right before, I handed you a luscious rose.
Roses always made you smile.
After our dance, I cried out, “Brava!  You

are so incredible!” Oh, I remember how you
enjoyed to visit me and dance and dance!
Your passion for this art brought a smile
to my face every single, beautiful morning.
Just like my plethora of fresh, divine roses
brought you joy even during the harshest rain!

One peaceful day that began with rain,
I caressed your hair and whispered to you,
“Stay with me, my sweet, delicate rose!
Let us continue our passionate dance
and always wake up together every morning.
So that way, I will always see your glorious smile!”

And one day, that glorious smile
could not vanquish the freezing rain
that came down that horrible morning.
I remembered the tears running down your
cheeks and you said softly, “Our dance
must end! I can’t stay here forever!”  My rose

fell to the earth!  No rose
can ever bring back your smile
Nor can it ever make you dance
with me once more.  The rain
will always make me think of you
and what we lost that terrible morning.

One cold morning, I found a dying rose.
I immediately thought of you and your smile.
It began to rain, and I remembered us dancing.