Heartbreaker

Thou are a leech upon the tender rose bud When thou comes to find with it thy cosy warmth And fare very well with it as this rose wax under the rays And blooms with thee to flower thee to thy prime. But how senseless anon, thou blight this fair rose Thy life now expose to sunlight that finds thee a parasite And thy shelter from hard wind, rain and frozen winter As thou now makes it lifeless, where thy life springs!