I'm the Rose,
     If my thorns intimidate you
     You don't deserve my beauty
     And he who dares not grasp the thorns
     Shall never crave the rose
     So, don't crave the rose
     If you can not handle the thorns
     I will wait, as will the other roses 
     For we just have to find the one
     That's willing to bleed for us
     End every rose has her thorns
     My thorns are sharp
     Because God knows
     Beauty always faces dangers
     So He created thorns
     To protect our beauty
     From the evil hands
     And know, that
     A rose speaks of love
     Silently in a language
     Only known to the heart