Love is like a rose with gentle, tender parts,
Slowly it unfolds and develops in your heart.
Its beauty canít be tamed itís as wild as the wind
Words can never explain the feelings held within.
You could be cut by a thorn and your heart would tend to bleed,
Sometimes it will be torn, but inside is always a new seed.
There will always be a change, and yet it grows and grows,
And although it may seem strange.
Love is like a rose.