The poem shows that loving someone was a game of thorns. The poem shows that loving someone was a game of thorns.

What I see are things you are not shown, What I grieve in your garden does not grow. What I see are things you are not shown, What I grieve in your garden does not ...

The fragrance rich red rose ,Shared it's presence with me The fragrance rich red rose ,Shared it's presence with me

"She’s got all this love inside of her, She wishes she didn’t." "She’s got all this love inside of her, She wishes she didn’t."

She was forced to speak in the language of roses She was forced to speak in the language of roses

Memories That never make you feel alone Memories Are like pink flowers among the thorns Memories That never make you feel alone Memories Are like pink flowers among ...