I hold you in my hand and you seem to stare back at me.
I see your petals open as your face relinquishes me.
I hold the truth in my hands.
You are so bare.
I can see every petal.
So fare there is rain pouring as I near.
As your petals seem to drop with..fear.
Are you afraid of what love I might say?
Are you afraid of what love I might bring?
Do not curl back up my love, do not wait for the spring.
The winter is harsh I know, but don't leave me here all alone.
With nothing to see, with nothing to touch.
With no love to share all I ask is this, be with me my sweet rose bloom.
As once told, told by the love that we have told, told what we have shared.
Please open... So cold... So alone..
You have closed your petals so tight.
I cant even see the beauty that once inspired me alone.
I feel.. so alone.
Wishing I could spread your petals back; and see your lovely face, but here I am alone.
