Life to me is like a rose
it grows and grows until it find why it was
put on this earth when it does it will shrivel up and die
except for one person that will never let it leave its side
for no petal will fall no tear will be shed
no life will be taken every arm will be open
when you see what in side on me you know my heart was not meant to be broken
or taken for granted just to be loved and hold
to be wanted when no one cares for each petal that falls for each tear the drops and another heart you can fear that will be broken for the rose is past from my hand to yours
just remember when you hold this rose you"ll never die for my life is in you hands every time you read this little poem of mine
