My love is you,
You are my love.
You make my heart shine
Brighter than the stars above.
So I give you a rose,
It represents my love.
You truly deserve it,
You are one I always think of.
My heart gives life to this rose,
So it may bloom in love forever.
Leaving it in the dark to die,
To that I say 'Never! '
Please, watch out for the thorns,
They can give a painful poke.
They can also bring true respect
For how my love is being spoke.
Do not throw this rose away
Because by the thorns you get stuck.
They are there to teach you a lesson,
And to lift you out of the mire and muck.
Like the petals, thorns are part of a rose,
Most people know this to be true.
Therefore, correction comes alongside admiration,
Showing nothing but true love for you.
So please do not look at my thorns,
And say that I am showing disdain.
For love is not always pleasant and nice,
It is also a parade poured on by rain.
Lord, there is none beside, nor before You.
Domine Deus, tu solus sanctus. Amen.
© Greg A. Oosterhouse,2-13-2007