A story of a rose with thorns
Thorns she let grow
She couldn't help her self
She couldn't let them go
There was another rose
Not far across the weeds
He had no thorns
He did good deeds
The roses fell in love
Even from a distance
But to simply get together
They needed true persistence
This I deem
As absolutely true
What we see as one
Used to be two
The roses had a baby
Over it they both would swoon
But one day these pretty roses died
Under the full moon
Their baby was alone
And not knowing what to do
He took shelter with some weeds
He soon acted like one too
He saw another rose
And knew she was the one
He made his way over to her
And found she had a gun
She held it to her head
And almost pulled the trigger
He talked her down from it
For, his love for her was bigger
He found a home for them
They had a kid or two
They grew old soon
And never heard from his crew
Their children soon grew up
And found somebody of their own
They died next to each other
Sitting on a stone
Love is true
It never dies alone
Truth is love
And only dies at home
