Love is like a rose
Love is like a rose,
With gentle tender parts.
Slowly it unfolds,
And develops in your heart.
It's beauty can't be tamed,
It's as wild as the wind.
Words can never explain,
The feeling held within.
You could be cut by a thorn,
And your heart will bleed.
Sometimes it will be torn,
But unside there is always a new seed.
There will always be change,
And yet is grows and grows.
Although it may seem strange,
Love is like a rose.