Have you ever seen the
tear's of a Rose
Touched by the dew of morning mist
A flower so fragrant and deep in her color
her hues are the blush of a fairy's kiss
Yet the velvety petals which she has borne
Is nothing compared to a secret she bares
For to reach out and touch her you will soon see
The rose in her innocence produces a thorn
The thorn by itself,not as pretty as she
Was placed to protect her with all his might
together, forever, the two live as one
The rose as his Queen, the thorn as her knight
