A bouquet of roses for you,
To care or to wreck.
For you whom the bouquet cherishes,
For you whom the bouquet adores,
And for you whom the bouquet seeks protection.
Though you may get hurt by those splinters,
It is for you to care or to crush.
I give you power to execute me,
The power to control the well-being of the roses,
The power to love and care or wreck.
There will always be a bouquet of roses for you
Though it may wither, the scent is as wonderful as it is.
Keep it save from harm and it will forever bloom.
