Backtracking #1: Because my love is like a red, red rose

Because my love is like a red, red rose
It wilted
Two or three days after
I bought it from an old lady across the street

The green leaves turn yellow
And fell
Like autumn leaves
In the middle of my room
And the petals
Dried up
And crumbled
To dust.

Because my love is like a red, red rose
It was never meant to last
Like every other thing
In this damned world.