My dear

You love your red roses
But in my garden nothing grows.

In my hand there
lies a flower you once
gave me
Dying
Can't remember the times we bloomed.

He's just like you
Just like our love.

You really love your red roses
MY DEAR.
I fear they love you too...

Who could love me now?
Nothing is the same
Never will be again.

Never we'll be again.

.IN MY GARDEN NOTHING GROWS