The perfect rose,
is impossible to find,
many have perished,
perished in the search for the perfect rose,
died for a belief,
a belief that went on for ages,
some believe it to be superstition,
but never give up,
I know of a tale,
of a man,
we will call him Alexander,
he found his rose,
a perfect one,
not in a garden,
not in the wild,
but in the beauty and grace,
of a girl,
her name was Christine,
but she never realized her rose,
it was in Alexander,
till this day she lets herself get hurt,
by crappy rose with thorns,
that cut her up no matter what,
her rose was in Alexander,
but she has not realized it,
but still to this day he has no given up,
and he will die for it possibly,
but will never give up,
cause he was in love,
and willing to die for it....
