• Dewdrops kiss the petals with morning light
    Shortly after they disappear, transformed to mist
    Light shines through with a golden cast
    Shimmering curtains of unattainable beauty
    Every secret rests behind it where it shall not be seen
    The secrets of a young girls heart, a beautiful lie
    These secrets we hold deep in our hearts
    As real as the dewdrops and unreachable as the golden mists
    Of all ages the rose is beautifully delicate yet permeates
    Its perfume attracts, thorns protect
    The gardeners appreciate the rose, respects its ethreal inner light
    They wish to bind it, cut it for their own purpous
    These roses wilt, thirst, cut off from their roots, the dew
    They eventually die, but in this they triumph
    For the dewdrops that kissed the petals so lovingly
    And the golden curtain that shielded its secrets
    They never stopped loving the roses
    And the deep secrets locked away in the roses' hearts
    Was never revealed to the greedy gardeners
    Another rose blooms and another rose wilts
    Forever and ever the delicate balance continues
    A thousand stories of pain and love
    The secrets never to be revealed to the gardeners
    When it was so simple and easy to see
    The secret is a love between a You and a Me