So full of innocence, so full of grace. Such a precious little girl, but not gone so late.
When I looked into her eyes the last time I saw her, it was like the first time I had found the meaning of life. She had missed out on so much, but I could see she was happy. Then I looked at myself and saw how lucky and ungrateful I was. I say all the wrong I had done and how little I had to pay. I once again looked into her eyes and say she had done nothing wrong but had so much to pay, and yet had everything to offer.
For some reason I knew I might not see her again so I held her tight and gave her all I could. Once again I noticed all the wrong I had done and how little I had to pay. I realized that besides all that, I had something to give to her; something priceless; the Love that only I could give her.
For all I know we could have been the best of friends. Now to me she is the flower I have held, but cannot keep. Just maybe God's Roses are that way.