Rot away, oh sweet sweet flower.
Rot and let me be!
For your smell I no longer desire.
Thus from thy charms I crave to set free.

Cunning looks oh pleasant flower,
Yet your petals no longer please.
Spending moments to look at thou beauty,
forced a loathe for your grasping leaves.

Decay away, you brilliant flower.
Perish for once evermore.
For with tears and pain you led my way,  
Towards discomfort from the one I adore.