• Love is like a rose garden
    With many beautiful roses
    Those are the ones who get picked
    Those are the ones that find love
    But no rose is without it's thorns
    And some with too many are cast away
    They are thrown back to the garden
    Where they wilt
    And have to make roots all over again
    All the roses in the garden
    Wait and hope to be picked
    By one who does not grieve
    Because roses have thorns
    But by one who rejoices
    Because thorns have roses