the Flower who BLOOM in Dark Rooms

And when i first met her, love rose,
Our love is a rose/
Froze thru the winter 2 preseve its beauty by nature/
And it serves our growth,
So in the dark rooms when we find thorns in us both,
Our words may disagree but i hold her close/
And she still whispers, never let go.
So on and so forth until we presume,
We remain the flowers who bloom in dark rooms.

In My philosophy the only thing that has a beginning with no end is true love/
And the only legal thing that takes me to extasy is no drug/
This is why i pray we pedal the bikes of our love,
Until it opens like the pedals of a iris/
Kisses because i love u,
Flowers jus bcuz,
We fell in love like. Secret admirers.
Fairy tales, true loves kiss, the plate and the spoon,
Are the words and ways of the flowers who bloom in dark rooms.