It all started with a yellow rose,
He came to me, and gave me his hand,
We laughed, we loved, we worked, we played.
Together we shared,
Now this yellow rose is dull and dead.
He left me alone,
Without saying a word,
I cried, I hurt, I missed.
Those memories which I cherished,
Now I am dull and dead.
Yellow roses are for true love,
Not for loss and pain,
So I give one to my love,
And hug him close in my heart,
As today we are apart.