This rose died for love

Written by: João Camilo

This rose died for Love,
And was laid on the hand
of the queen of the land,
with the bless from above.
 
lost is her sweet essence,
departed is the last rose –
but why do I feel close
to her Feeble presence?
 
The rose died before
On the lips of a maiden
In the Gardens of Eden,
Beneath the tree of lore.
 
To die like a rose I pled:
For beauty I can be dead.