You are a rose in the garden,
the garden of life
As I walk through the beauty can not go unnoticed
so lovely at first sight,
I must pick it for myself.

Then the feeling comes
the wound, although small,
has created a different impression
than what was first introduced

You are a rose in the garden,
the garden of life
and your image has a contradiction
lovely colour, lovely shape,
not so lovely thorns
Many would place you back down due to that
Wouldn't they?
It is sad, really.

Fear not, roses are never perfect
And thorns do not make up everything.
I will let you continue to grow
With me
Imperfect little flower