I found you while you were looking at me,
Then saw you look at me,
I tried you and liked who I found,
Treasure deeply burried in the ground...
It was my luck a day sun-bright,
It was your rest to find someone to trust,
Until we remembered we were broken machines,
Ready to be recycled but unwilling to,
This new found love should it grow or rest?
And the black rose felt he deserved to be left to be,
Can you really trust a rose which blooms in the dark?
The daisy felt the black rose would leave her as the rest,
All predestined, all as should be..
Unless the script is wrong and unpredictable,
Random and unfathomable,
There is hope,
You are and she is around