When I dream I think about you... and the meaning of love.   
Love is like a rose, it can be a beautiful thing, 
but it can also have its thorns?
if you treat it right, and give it compassion and affection 
it will grow tall and prosper.   
I dream I am lying with you in an endless field of flowers, 
white like the moon at its brightest, 
blue like the calm ocean, 
red like the rosiness in your cheeks, 
orange like the sun when it is caressing the mountains when setting.  
You sit up and our eyes meet, 
your eyes are as brown as a stallion, wild and free, 
running through the hillsides. 
You say with words that are forbidden, "I love you." 
Then we embrace and a warm tear falls down my cheek; 
it splashes on a bud and opens and spreads its petals 
as it begins its new life...