Here are roses red,
For their fragrance love them:
When you bend your head
Tenderly above them,
To your own lips, sweet,
Lift them up and hold them
While their lips repeat
What my heart has told them.

Grant them of your grace,
With your beauty bless them,
Fold them to your face,
Kiss them, and caress them.
Brief their day, and so
Only gladness give them,
Yours the joy to know
Love that shall outlive them.