dancing Rose

Dancing rose the thorns do hurt Beauty with a painful edge A delicate paradox within In every petal pledges a sin The sweet cent that lingers Mixed with a supple sting A fragile fearce reminders that love is not a simple thing But sill we are stil drawn to roses there splender and there poses So dance weith me and be my pain Please never never let me love again So embrece the stem of thorns and feel the mistory of love so for in the heart of a rose Where the blooming I will never know