Rosatel

It sprouted at dawn, from an April day
My lovely Rosepetal, like a red button
Beside it saw growing, hidden among a jasmine
A handsome young man, who made love to her

And she came to have, a love so feverish
That there was no one in the orchard, who inspired passion
She used to sway, on the gentle stem
Of her beautiful carnation, which perhaps deceived her

In vain you were faithful to your love
And no one understood your heart
There are many like you, my Rosepetal
Who have died of love
That's why only to you, my Rosepetal
I dedicate with love this song
Because in the dry leaves of your being
All the pain is

But one day upon returning, to open her leaves
She did not find that ungrateful one, who left her wounded
And towards dusk, she searched in vain
For the kisses that once again, he gave her with so much love

Finally, without her love, and unable to suffer
She dyed with paleness, her flower petals
Wounded while blooming, and eager to live
My Rosepetal died, submerged in pain

In vain you were faithful to your love
And no one understood your heart
There are many like you, my Rosepetal
Who have died of love
That's why only to you, my Rosepetal
I dedicate with love this song
Because in the dry leaves of your being
All the pain is