• Your beauty is of a rose..
    Your innocence is as of it..
    Your heart is as pure as it..
    I need to come close..

    Though the thorns of yours are like it as well..
    So I can't get near you all the way...
    I tried to pick you but I got hurt..
    Your thorns made my hands swell..

    Your smell reminds me of it..
    though a second there I got bit..
    By a bee getting your nectar and pollen..
    And I got it by my swollen hand..

    How painful it is getting you..
    But i will not rue..
    I tried it, and forever I will..
    Just for you.. My Rose....