Even while my mind flies, my rose's still shown me what i need to see.
I am super selective, but to my roses, I see you are my best thing.
A friend, I can never do joke with.
I come to You in tears, you clean my eyes,
give me water to drink, to wash my face,
you wouldn't want anyone to know I cried,
You want to package my things in a better screens.
Rose's of my rose, you are gold to me,
your smells are elegant to me.
your shine's so brightens to my dreams.
everlasting honoured you promised my heart.
I look at myself, only to see I am not worthy of your honor.
But you choose to give it to me.
When others mentioned my name as not good.
you covered it up with your smells.
if I want to go on crying, you beautiful my face with you color.
