You’re the Rose that bears me neither thorns nor thistles
Yet your love erupts and spreads like thrown missiles
You’re the rose that bears me sweet fruit like strawberry
You’re that which lingers while making me more merry
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I falter to think of a day spent without my heart
She takes it with her whenever we part
Yet brings it back better than it was before
My heart’s keeper she is, and more
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I write to let you know I think about you
Lest you decipher how I feel
My heart does give me courage to reveal
Vain hopes I’ve long since harboured silent from you
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You
You’re the Rose that bears me neither thorns nor thistles
Yet your love erupts and spreads like thrown missiles
You’re the rose that bears me sweet fruit like strawberry
You’re that which lingers while making me more merry
You’re the light shining on my path when night falls
You’re the shoulder I lean on when my life stalls
You’re the thought that always hid inside my mind
You’re the rare heart that one always hoped to find
You’re most definitely the tears I shed when I cry
You are, you’re the daughter of the Most High