Love is Like A Rose
Roses are red,
yes, that is true,
it's often said
as is said, "I love you".
When the petals die
and fall to the ground
the world remains silent
without a sound;
when the rose blooms
and becomes bright red
one day, too soon
that rose will fall dead.
Love, like a rose,
won't last long;
nobody knows
why love goes wrong.
When the leaves curl up
and sink below
is when one gives up,
why? I don't know.
From a touch of the stem
to a kiss on the nose
no one understands
why love is like a rose.
