The Rose

Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves the soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, and endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and You its only seed.

It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken, that cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dying, that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only, for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember, in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the Spring, becomes The Rose.

Thank you for making my dreams come true

I will always be here for you, no matter what fate throws at us. You are my prince and I shall be waiting for you until the day when we shall be together forever. I love you more then you could ever know, there is not a force in the universe that could take me from you.

Thank you for giving me the stars... in return, I give to you a blue rose.



I love you