As I walk through the garden 
I see hundreds and hundreds of flowers everyday.
But, there is only one flower 
That always catches my eye.

The sun, 
shining down from above, 
Projects its bright rays... on you, 
Being that you are a beautiful rose.

Waiting to be picked... by me,  
You stand there 
Looking as beautiful as ever.

The radiance your beauty projects
Catches my attention everyday 
And the sweet smell of your petals
Tickle my nose.

Too nervous and shy to pick you up
And afraid I?ll be pricked 
By your sharp, pointy thorns, 
I walk away in grief letting yet another day go by.