Your Love

Your love can be a bright, blooming rose
Who floats in the summer sky
I reach and I reach, and I always pose:
Will you ever be mine, or will I cry?

You have many different shades to you
I enjoy them all, even the black
They are all so beautiful, so get a clue
I'm tired of telling my love and getting nothing back

But you have lots of thorns, my love
I get pricked over and over again
I can, and I will, wear a soft, thick glove
It's worth your love - I won't complain

I'll keep my heart open, and yours closed
Your love can be a bright, blooming rose