Love is like a blossoming rose, spreading
Its petals amongst the moonlight.
Spreading its snowy white petals amongst
The vast open stars. While the tears of the
Rose stream down its vines. Its brown thorns
Prickling everybody that tries to hurt it, trying
To break its heart, its thorn affecting everybody.
But icy white snow takes out its wrath on the thorns healing the sores.
But the rose bush will come back with its recurring love spreading across the world,
Leaving a big rainbow amongst the bright blue sky,
Leaving the sun staring, shining its rays down
At the love of the rose bush amongst the green grass.
Forever coming back spreading its love, but the thorns
Grow back along its strong stem, bringing back the sores…