The Rose

There is a rose that has not bloomed yet,
this rose is still a bud.
Yet this rose with its roots I shall share with you
cause you are my only love.
Yet this rose full of thorns I will touch with my finger
then lay my finger on your lips
to let you kiss away the pain.
Then you shall do the same with you finger
and I will do the same with my lips.
Yet this rose with its roots we shall bury
to let other lovers find and repeat this love theme
the same way as you and I.

I love you

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