A Tube Rose

I was offering you A glass of water You asked for The flower I was wearing on my hair A small tube rose You insisted for Only that one I wore Gladly you tucked it On your shirt And went away Wearing my heart On your heart Did you know I was going with you? Over the years Is the tube rose still there? How many times Has that scene replayed Through the memory's window? Every time I see a tube-rose Or a rose Or any other flower I feel overwhelmed By the fragrance As it is not you or me But the love That filled the small tube rose.