I never thought roses could have a name...
I still don't know if all of them do...
But something happened yesterday...
I was walking by a rosebush...
There was no wind whatsoever...
I looked at the roses...
And whispered your name...
For roses remind me of you...
And as soon as I said it...
All petals moved...
As if they were dancing to the wind...
I can only assume rose and  your name mean the same thing...
For all petals looked cheerful...
Next time you see a rose...
Just whisper your own name...
The petals will move...
For the sweetness of your eyes and your voice will cheer them up...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...