Rose Of Mine
A thorn on a rose is the darnest thing!
Thank God that there’s a rose with thorns that wouldn’t stab me.
No one can bare the feeling of the thorn slowly going in to their finger.
Even less watching the bloody flow and fall while the wind carries it away.
You can try to cut yourself but the rose won’t let you.
It would rather retack its thorn than to hurt you.
The rose can scratch me but it will NEVER cut me.
When everything is right, I’m going to ask the rose to marry me.
This particular rose never looses its pettles, it gains.
This rose...
This rose is something special.
This rose is also a clown
We’re in the car & she always texts me,
Hey, long time no see!
For each pettle is an adventure.
For each thorn I admire.
For each pollen is unique.
This rose is for me.
