The Rose

The fiery rose sits in the window sill in the iredesant light,
Waiting for the maiden hand.

The maiden is looking,
The maiden is looking.

Oh sweet rose call to me from the dawn to the end of time.
My sweet hand will caress you and in my presence you will bloom. Waiting for romance to dance the sky.
Oh, sweet rose, where are you?
I call to you.
Waiting, waiting for my time.
When will Prince Charming come?
When he does I will find you!
Find you!
Find you!
He will come and give you to me.
My sweet romantic rose.