Twelve Roses I have lain at your side,
The first six to symbolize your life,
Three of these, pink, for friendship, are here,
For you were the kind of friend I hold dear,
Two more, red roses for love, for your heart,
For the strength you gave me when my world fell apart,
One white one for the purity of your soul,
Something that could never be tarnished, never made old,
The final six are for me,
As strange as that may be, 
They are yellow, for sympathy and sorrow,
For the tears around me fall like rain,
And I feel them welling up in the hollow,
The one in my heart knowing I'll never see you again.