I saw a rose 

In a small glass vase 

It looked so fragile and helpless 

But yet beautiful and sublime. 

 

Could I touch its petals 

Without causing the harm 

that would damage 

this wonderful thing? 

 

Could I breathe onto 

its fine leaves 

And leave no sign of human interference? 

Let it live on in its own peace?  

 

My lovely lonesome rose 

Do not abandon me 

But transport me into your bloom  

And let me rest there for all eternity.