Young Lovers

I gave it to you,
Three summers ago,
The day I left.
Sweet lover.
I gave you a rose,
A symbol of my love.

Three summers ago, I left.
Promising to return.
My lover I am returning,
With a rose in my arm.
Beautiful and good,
A woman named Rose.

Young lover.
I am sorry,
My rose has found another soil.
Now it grows out,
Forgive me young lover
Its bud has blossomed.

Farewell sweet lover.
Farewell young lover.
May our roses flourish,
Our love wasn’t to be,
For we were with young filled dreams.

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