Will Endure

In the cold whisp of the winters breeze
Stands a rose in solitude, forever at ease
The petals no longer pink but whitish pale
Its stem, thorny and icy.
Its buds, rotted to hell.
However the rose stood straight, through the ice and pain
It used its pain as nutrients and growth it gained
When the winter died out and the spring came
The rose still stood straight
Acid water pouring down from the rain
All other plants perished but this rose stood tall
It was the meanest and most beautiful of them all
So I picked this rose up and looked at it with my eyes
And I told this rose "We will endure this bumpy ride"
For no other flower could live through the storm
And for that my desire for you and only you was born