If I go without love,
I am like a rose without rain.
Wtihout rain, a rose will die.
Without love, I will do the same.
My dear, don't wait until I'm gone
to realize how special I was.
Don't wait until I lay on the lawn
to put the first rose in my hand.
Although this gesture is sweet,
what does it matter now that I am gone?
Love, sweet love is something
So, I reach out for love.
Please, place it in my hands.