Ten thousand flowers,
Only one white rose,
Every kiss takes my breath,
My heartbeat quickens,
And my pulse races.
Your beauty amazes,
And leaves me in awe,
Radiance so pure,
Cutting through my soul,
Leaving me open.
But roses have thorns,
Thorns tend to hurt
With every sting,
My soul grows weak,
And my heart aches.
Hearing your voice,
I think of an angel,
Singing up high,
In the heavens above,
Singing of passion.
But yet passion fades,
And hearts get broken,
You said you�d be here,
But roses wilt,
And you�re gone.