I remember what I uttered
On that evening in the garden
When the moon shone bright as ever
When the roses turned to stone
And against my lips you muttered
“Dance with me, I beg your pardon”
And we took on that endeavor
But I ended up alone
I stood there and I stuttered
Like the jester stood in Arden
And you thought you were so clever
As you killed the seeds we’d sown
The heart that once had fluttered
It began to slow and harden
And I undertook to sever
All the vines that we had grown