Roses part 2

Roses are red, love is
pure, patient, and hope.
So are you, my dear.

How I love roses. Oh, how they change in beautiful, wondrous, passionate ways. Oh, that is how you have changed. You are a rose.

Roses are a rare and wondrous beauty. Thorns are a ruin to it, and I am glad you have changed into a rare and wondrous treasure.

Now that you are my rose I do not feel the pain of thorns when I love you. The way you act is oh so tender now. Oh, how you are like a bouquet of roses.

My wonderful rose, I will give you thelove and tenderness of a rose, and believe me I\\\'ll give you much more than that.