I used to have a Rose
One of Beauty, one of fragility
I was afraid to pick this rose
for fear of breaking its stem
or getting hurt by its small thorns
It swayed gently in the breeze
Always emitting joy and sweetness
I will forever miss this rose
For I have seen it wilt and die...
I used to watch this rose, protect it
I used to love this rose, I cherished it
I used to fear this rose, but fear FOR it
not of it
I used to cry over this rose, for it is no more
Now I have no tears left to cry
For love is like a Rose, it's beautiful but sometimes it hurts.
I saw a new rose, more wild than the last
I saw a new rose, more free than the last
I saw this new rose, and I felt...
That I had to pick this rose
Regardless of its thorns
For I have seen a rose wilt and die
This new rose had more thorns than the last
But that did not affect my feelings
This rose was harder to touch than the last
But I did not care
For I now knew that I loved this rose
It swayed with the wind
Surviving the elements
I enveyed its carefree manners
Yet loved it all the same
It stayed by me
For I never left
And I felt to pick this rose
would destroy its beauty
So I sit by the rose, always in its shadow
So I love the rose, always from the shadows
So I caress the rose, always just far enough away
To not break its delicate beauty...
For it is a love of a rose
Its Beautiful, but sometimes it hurts...