Ere I was still young
I visited your land.
With your silver tongue
And your smooth skinned hand

You drew me in. My heart sung loudly
As you handed me one pink rose
Which I tended carefully
For it showed all it was me you chose.

For many a day we did abide
Together in gladness,
Through months we did easily glide
With no worry of sadness.

But then you were called to war
By our county's earl,
Who came to our door,
And asking you, his banner to unfurl

With your armor and swords
We were so proud
We said our last lovelorn words
Yelling over the troops so loud

Then you handed me a pink bud
Saying, "Even apart our love would thrive.
No one would spill my blood
And I will return soon, alive."

It has been not months, but years
That I've trod your castle's grounds
An in the arches gazebo, I shed tears
Knowing I'll ne'er again hear your heart sounds

For as I look down to see the stones,
I see my rose on its floor.
Then I know, down to my chilled bones,
That I'll see you no more.

Although we have been torn apart
My love t'will e'er remain in my heart.