The Rose
I picked up a
bunch of roses no doubt attracted to it by its smell
Ah and when
this is given to a loved one it is a means to make all things wellThe beauty of the rose is reason we often compare a woman to one
Such that
even the lady protects herself like the rose with its thorn
Certainly we
look beyond the thorns when we indulge in the beauty of the rose
But treat her
gently and with this rose your love for her you expose
Truthful though
you need to be for from the heart you must give
The way to
ensure that all the good does not disappear as if through a sieve
So my beloved
I present this to you to further enhance the love I have for you
Then perhaps
with your normal gentleness you will express your love for me too
But even if
your love for me does not run deep through the veins like my love for you
Even though
sad, how can I ever feel offended by it for to your feelings you are true
For my love,
for my roses I give you I ask of you nothing in return
I know it may
take much more than that for me your love to earnEven when not seeing you I can most definitely still compare you to a rose
And my love
for you I shout from the rooftops so that everyone knows
