There's always going to be that one time in my life, when I'll give you a rose,
Maybe it's because I love you.
Maybe it's because I want to say, "Enough fighting, let's settle and be gay".
Or maybe, i'm just messing with your head…
Maybe all I want to do is remind you of all the ****** up things you've done to me.
And that all I want in return is that tear in your eye that says, "I'm sorry... will you let me go?"

Roses are red… Violets are blue,
But roses are still red...

You were my rose you know?
An ******* rose, that dripped with the blood that gushes from the life of my soul,
and that little spark of sustenance I used to hold on to, a thoroughbred love between just you and me…
So much that I have had the little smile on your face and the twinkle of rays that catch in your eye, scarred deep in the tinkling colours of the cones in my retinas.

But I stand here today, a new man.
Oh a new man indeed. Do I really need to explain myself?
From all the possible ****** means that, perversely, everyone seems to use to stereotype a man.
Do I really need to tell you that all I want in a relationship is the infatuating love of a guy or girl deep in my life?
That I crave so much more than just the mere lanky tale of ***…
Oh no, I stand here a new man… with a new rose.
For this rose, I give to only the one that I learn about… The one that I learn has learned to love me.
Maybe this time, I'm ready to give a rose, for the right reasons…

Oh of roses… One of God's putrid allegory for a painful or even happy love…
Gloriously crimson upon the lips on which I dream of kissing at night but a tad bit a trope of ebony black on evil and twisted souls… And to think the psyche of all that is flawless would be seen in the one I dream of…

Red roses in life? I still prefer the lemons that life brings me...