Maybe she wishes to buy a rose - Then I should have one, But what if she wants to choose - A bouquet must be done. But I will hide my favorite Amid the colorful lush - Dressed surprisingly in white - Ready to face an ambush. What if she will be content - Roaming like a bumblebee As the sun dives from the firmament And the garden’s alameda is free? We can resume our trade, Because the only alternative Is the only we have made: to have my rose back alive.