Oh rose i hide right here, inside your pedal red,
Its safe in here the softest bed.
Your bloom its music of the dragonfly.
With thorns that prick the bluest sky.
In grounds its roots they wisp and grow,
Into the tallest grounds, , row by row.
Your silhouette it yearns your beauty it burns,
A kiss from your stillness oh what a turn.
Fee the garden in your natural stead.
As the morn it is torn and dances with the garden.
Twisting and twirling like the branch from a tree.
Theres 10 pretty women, who all dance the same,
Their beauty of their twilight dwindles of shame,
Yet not he who looks at the naked skin curled,
On the brim of her lust and her thigh now unfurled.
Ili find myself here begging to die.
In the arms of a flower, tall and so true.
My rose oh so perfect blooming for me.
Oh rose you are everything life is to be.
My love it is deep, my love it is long.
My love it will weep, my love is a song.
Just please little fliwer dont ever die,
And grow up to heaven up in the sky.
A ladder we\'ll have, all of us will.
To climb to the peace and the quiet and still.