Summer came and you grew so weak,
And time came I no longer heard you speak,
Heaven had now called your name,
With my life never to be the same,
Thinking of the roses I planted for you,
And the empty stems that it grew.
My tears now fall upon the green leaves,
With a heart that heavily grieves,
But I thought of all you said about love,
As if to feel your hand touch me from above,
Hearing you say, with all the love you gain,
Often there are thorns to bring a heart pain.