This pretty little flower,
So fragile,
So bright,
You're truly a sight,
For this pair of sore eyes.

This pretty little flower,
I water it everyday.
You bathe under my sunlight,
I hope your beauty will stay.

My pretty little flower,
They'll pick at your roots,
Just know that I'm here,
To take care of you.

My pretty little flower,
I try to hold you,
But the thorns on your stems,
They hurt me, they do.

My pretty little rose,
I'm moving away.
Won't you come with me?
Or will you stay?

That pretty little rose,
I watched it grow,
I want to keep you for myself,
But I'll let you go.