She Is My Dream

i have realised something lately , that a rose fits her perfectly , she is sweet, kind and dainty but if you hit the wrong nerve, she can make you bleed. The colour white is perfect for her, Its innocence,loyalty and purity, defines her well but, it wasn't clear, of how she remains happy, after shedding so many tears. i wished for lessons , where i could learn how to be just like her, none helped , makin me yearn, to be loved just like her. but i realised she wasn't happy, her heart wanted to be free, she wasn't perfect as she pretended to be, she had a group of fans, but she was still lonely. And i thought to be her is to give up me , but i wasn't going to let something go, which i found recently.