She had a weakness for love yes she wants to be loved..
Loved like a rose when it travels down stream by the river
The clear stream it carries the rose with such grace
It's careful not to let it reach land that cannot be reached
The bird soars up above wanting to save it from  love
Wanting to capture it for it's own selfish needs and desires..
Yes I have a weakness for love. I've seen it many times in many forms.
"Oh why can't I have love like that?"
The rose thought to herself.
Until she began to make herself sound silly.
She got so sick of love and the heavy weight it carried.
And at last her petals began to fall and she was buried.