I consider you, a rose,
at times I prick my finger on your thorns.
I break a courageous smile
Despite the pain
Will you become a valiant white rose m'lady?
Or will you dive
Into the darkness
Of a black rose.
Will you see my burning light?
Will you reach out your hand to me?
My dear crimson rose,
I promise you to be your eternal light.
You are one of a kind, my beloved rose, my beloved friend.
You are a rose who has endless bloom.
You are a friend that’ll never wither.
You are strong m’lady, may we cross paths one day,
My Beloved Rose.