My roses were dead
My heart was blue
Was barely a beat
When I met you
And cold and bare
And cracked and dry
The winter frost
Had closed my eye
But clouds they broke
And rain it fell
It watered my ground
And filled my well
My thorn without bud
Its stem stood brown
But a beat was felt
That raised my frown
A gasp of air
A jolt of light
A flush of green
A shoot in sight
The Sun drew close
The wind, it grew
To warm my heart
And Spring anew
The showers keep coming
But my heart has turned red
Where deadheads had hung
There are flowers instead
My roses were dead
My heart was blue
Was barely a beat
Till I met you
You are the one
I’m sending this
Who, when we meet
I always kiss
