Notre Rose

Il y a sept roses.
Je n'ai qu'une,
Mais j'ai aussi la terre,
Et la soleil,
Et tout l'eau
Alors tout les autre roses sont morts.

Maintenant, je n'ai pas la terre,
Maintenant, je n'ai pas la soleil,
Ou assez l'eau...
Et je ne t'ai pas.

Mais, j'ai cette rose.
Mon rose...
Ton rose.
Et notre rose est
Vivante.


N.B. I wrote this poem using a French dictionary and with the grammatical corrections of my friend Kermit. It sounds prettier in French, but loosely translated, it means:

There are seven roses.
I have only one,
But I also have the earth,
And the sun,
And all the water
So all the other roses are dead.

Now, I do not have the earth,
Now, I do not have the sun,
Or any water...
And I don't have you.

But, I have this rose.
My rose...
Your rose.
And our rose is
Alive.