A teardrop fell upon the rose
That he held close to his chest.
In sympathy, the petals closed,
As he saw his love at rest.
The rose it seemed to feel his pain
As one by one his petals fell
And upon the stem of thorns,
Now fell the pouring rain.
Bending down, he picked the petals
And to himself, he drew them near;
he saw, in the rose, his broken heart
And on the petal, his fallen tear.
Between the pages of a book,
He placed the petals tenderly
And the rose, it shed a tear,
As if it cried in sympathy.
The words, on the pages read,
Forever, my love, remember me
And when you see a rose of red,
Remember, love, to remember me.