From the very first time I saw your smile,
You make my heart beats like I was running a mile.
Even I was just looking at you for a while,
You make every second of it worthwhile .

From the very first time I saw your face,
I know your are the one I'm going to chase.
You gave my life a reason to race.
In the end line, you're the one I'm going to embrace.

Born to laugh born to cry
Born to live, born to die.

The gardener tends to his plants with love and devotion
From the daisies to the tulips and the hydrangeas in rows
But one flower he gives the most attention,
Was the beautiful, blood red, prickly rose

Every day the gardener cared for the flower,
Savoring the sight with his eyes and the scent with the nose
Yet when he goes to touch it, however,
It's thorns would cut him and from the wound, blood rose

Sometimes to himself, he wondered
Why something he loved so much
Would oppose him so violently
And deny his touch

Even as he asked himself, he knew the flower didn't know why
But he knew he had chose
He would always love, till the day he'd die
His beautiful, blood red, prickly rose