Secret of the Rose
In a full bed of roses, there's one that
stands out.
One that always stands for what true love is
all about.
That's the one you give her when you want to
see her smile.
That's the one you give her when you stay and
talk a while.
That's the one she'll treasure when she does
not have you there.
That's the one her heart will keep when you
tell her that you care.
How can a single rose be so pure and touch so
deep?
I could never answer, but it means all this to me.
One drop of dew falls like a tear as it begins to wilt and fall.
But still it seems so beautiful, and yet not
dead at all.
You'll always remember when you pass by that
the only difference between them is that
true love can never die...
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