She was a rose, so fair to see,
With petals soft and dewy,
And I was but a lowly bee
That came to drink her honey.
I drank and drank, till all my heart
Was filled with ecstasy,
And then she turned and stung me smart,
And bade me fly and flee.
I flew, but oh, the pain I felt
Was more than I could bear,
And for six months I wept and knelt
Beneath her window there.
But now I'm learning to forget,
And though my heart is sore,
I know that roses have their thorns,
And so I'll love no more.
I'll build a wall around my heart,
And keep it safe and sound,
And never let a rose depart
To break it with her wound.
I'll find a love more true and fair,
A love that will not sting,
And then I'll know what true love is,
And all my sorrows sing.
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