Green is the color of my stonecrop’s leaves
And leaves are the petals of its flowers.
The sun on my stonecrop shines fairest
Whilst summer roses fall by and by;
Its rose-bloom leaves gleam like emeralds
With a fire that will never die.
If I give you an emerald rose, dear,
As a promise my love will stay green,
Tell me weathered years will never dim
The love light in your eyes;
Else I shall be like a twice-doomed rose
That falls to the ground and dies.Dora A. K.