My love for you is like a garden filled with blooming roses, Adorning an ethereal charm, veiling in deadliest thorns.
What an idyllic sight to behold, whispered my heart,Indulge in this miracle of life, Take a chance, take a chance.
Miracle? Oh foolish heart , don’t try to trick her again, urged my mind. This is nothing but a mirage, the thorns will prick your flesh and soul akin.
I have bled before, bled enough. Yet again, you are worth the bloodshed, worth the scarring. Let me bleed dear heart, let love flow.