As a rose reveals itself in endless beauty, I watch in wonder while I think of you, and pray that you will chose me
For you are like a bee in a garden, you have to chose the right companion you have to chose like the girl in that movie who secretly fell for the phantom.
Easily deceived, possessing the innocence of a child, but you secretly want that girl who makes life worth while. Time passes and the rose begins to age, but the affection I have for you has not perished, or even begun to fade.
Not only has it grown, but its quite visible, and I'm suffering like a browned rose, laid out on the ground and miserable. In need of fresh water and a little bit of sun, we both know death is coming around the corner, so let's pick up and run.
The resemblance of my love is like this rose, beautiful, sweet, and and slowly growing old. For we are all going to be old, like a rose slowly browning, but when we find our one true love, there is no such thing as frowning.
An endless fever of love for you, slowly killing me inside; and everyday we don't see each other, I want to curl up and cry.
Because I feel as if you're my other half, without you I'm incomplete, every night I talk to God and ask Him if you're for me
He hasn't exactly told me, but His answer is always right; and Him and me continue to talk about you each and every night.
Maybe he has spoken to you about your mind and your heart, if so I hope I'm there because I don't want to drift apart.
As God, you, me, and the rose intertwine, everything slowly grows old, because you're wasting time. God's time, my time, and your own, so much wasted time, you might end up alone.
So once again I turn to God, wipe my tears, release my fears, and try to move on. But I feel as if He's stopping me, because in the end, He might think we're meant to be.
