A Rose's Lover

Rose's wither and grow everyday, 
More rose's do the same the next; 
Red,white and pink, Orange and other colors too, 
I go to pick the rose, and share it's love with you. 
\I pick the rose, but realize every rose has it's thorn. 
Sharp and pointy, it Peirced the skin. 
The rose venom flows, My blood covers it,
I'm poisoned within. 
\I never felt the true pain of the thorn, 
My love is too deep, My heart can't be torn. 
The rose is given to my lover. 
To you, you and your love Is recover. 
\To live forever in holy matrimony 
together as one in peace no sin 
side by side, day by day. 
Forever and ever, and ever again