My Rose

I was a rose in a garden of many thorns
Until the day that love was born
His hand touched my heart, giving me hope
He picked me up, untying the thorn rope
I'm his rose whether he knows it or not
I'm his rose because he protects me
I'm his rose because he set me free
I'm his rose because he gave me his hand
I'm his rose because he's the right man
The red rose whispers of passion
The white rose whispers of love
Oh, the red rose is a falcon
And the white rose is a dove
But I send you a cream white rosebud
With a flush on its petal lips
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on its lips
In this storm of life
Stands the white rose
Tumultuous waves
Of destruction abound him
Yet tall is the white rose
Strong in the face
Of the sensed doom around him
And he doesn't bow down
Pure is the white rose
In the compost earth
Growing internal strength
In the nights that so hurt
I see not the white rose
He is so far away
But i long to protect him
But only the words i can say
So I send him my words
And all my heart
To help him when
There is no hope to see him through
Be strong little flower
Your heart will guide true
As long as you want,
I will always love you...