The delicate rose
With petals so smooth
Incredible view
Dressed up in blue
Red and violet
Just a little lower
Then you are violent
Although a flower
Search to find it
For many hours
Weeds and weeds are all I see
But roses are chosen -- a rarity
I will always nurture you rose
From anything: Bugs, to a murder of crows
You are mine, in my care you will stay
Until you are grown, then I give you away
I give to you…
A rose with no thorns
To hold you so warm
Hope that my art will do
If ever I am apart from you
Remember that my heart is true
Because I know you could never be alone
So I will give you a rose without the thorns
Blood red petals, from the meadow
Yours to never let go
Smooth as you so it slides along your cheek
The same is true about its smell: so sweet
The feeling that could make you melt slowly
And heal scars and your welts so deep
