Enchanting color of red,
To everlasting bliss it lead,
You're the choice I chose,
Not just because you're a pretty rose.
Exquisite touch of the color of the sun,
Slowly you're fading and soon might be gone,
I dubiously chose the one with the same color as one's lip,
Not because of the color nor because you're a tulip.
Though I chose the one with thorns,
There's nothing, there is to mourn,
For I know that I chose what I really want and need,
And what my heart and mind beg and plead.