I GIVE YOU THIS ROSE

I give you this rose, choose where you wear;
It may be in your bosom, or hair,
Or to the side as on a lapel,
The badge which says that you are "ma belle".
For this is a new variety,
At moment rare - and named after me.

You take me aback with your reply:
“It is so sweet – but these roses die.
A lasting one I do wear for you,
You alone can see – it’s a tattoo!
Come indoors, love, and you can see where;
After all, it is chilly out there!”