Green is the Color of My Stonecrop’s Leaves

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.