A Woman Like a Rose

The rose bud is small and the smell is so sweet And no other flower in the garden quite so unique When the petals unfold it makes a beautiful rose and the fragrance of that flower fills the air Take the thorns from that beautiful rose and the beauty can no longer to be found When the morning dew falls softly on the rose it's like a tear on a woman's face when she cries And when a woman's pride is taken away like the rose her beauty is faded and gone So never make a woman cry and men be very aware her beauty may be hidden but the thorn is still there