A blank mind runs, the pen on the page
Still speechless and giving in
The rose shining so bright, placed in her hand
He placed it in her palm then hid away
Pure and inflamed, her heart sings
Little songs of happiness and the love she brings
Away for so long, she misses his medicine
The rose so beautifully soft
Fragile to the touch, falling apart
So close yet so far, he holds the secret to her heart
Closed up, locked away
But the rose says everything
That the silence stains
Pricklely and pure
He is all she'll ever have, all she'll ever ask for
