The poem is about a beautiful yellow rose that the speaker found. Though the rose brought no sadness with its color, no one saw the pain the speaker felt when it wilted with such simplicity. Not even anyone knew the crying the speaker muffled when seeing its vigor was the proof of an unrevealed love, without expecting life to return its beauty. Now alone, looking at the simple stem of that beautiful flower that spread affection, the speaker has a chest pain that only brings weariness. Crying over the end of the rose, the speaker looks for paths to annul this bitter and painful contrast, for it is sad to only find the thorns.