roses...

You are the rose,
The rose which make my life grow,
How I want to salvage the rose,
But the salvaging dun seem to grow...

You are the rose,
The rose which has the special aroma,
But getting hold of you is hard,
For the thorns are there...

No matter how pain it will be,
To just pick u up in the bush of thorns,
It would be worth while,
For you are the special one...

You buried your self in ice,
It is hard to break in,
For the slightest mistake is costly,
And I dun want to lose thee...