Roses

One little thing can set a man free,
Make his heart fly on the wings of angels,
One word,
To make us all grow strong,
I offer you these roses,
A symbol of my love,
Just for you it will stay,
Shall anything separate us?

No more pain from others,
Nor will you cry,
For I am here to wipe the tears dry,
You mean it all, every last breath,
Will you be mine,
Or will we shun each other off
And slowly die?
Please my love,
Do not cry.





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