Love, how unique you seem to be to me.  O' a strange feeling.
How I had a net full of butterflies in my stomach all tied in knots.  So many hearts out there for one brave for the stealing.

O'the the sweet roses of worth in this valley,
with your scent as so sweet and devine.  How would I find you in an alley.
You've surely pricked my heart as I bled towards your beauty.  Do I yet dare to take another chance.
Though I've fallen to my feet trying so to step along but I preferred not to dance.

Your beauty will always leave me intriguing,
still I fall so hard at beauty's first sight. Yet why this happens has found no meaning.

Though so many roses as just,
beauty on their faces catching my eye from poses as such.

But O'rose, how you've caught me again in your trap. Could loving you be as simple.
You've driven me close to a point of lost insanity, your beauty glares as a crystal.
Yet I feel, I  would be dared to steal you from your heart,
But alas, greatest be my fears of being bruised and cut.

Still O'rose, you be so plenty with a unique scent.
If I waited long enough for you, will I be led to regret.