Living Roses

I want to pass a living rose,
One whose scent never dies,
Whose beauty is forever,
Whose thorns prick on a daily,
To protect it from killerz of love.

I want to pass a living rose,
From any lady across,
One who's ready take me as a gamble,
One who sees my evil as humble,
Even when i think am all trouble.

I want to pass a living rose,
To anyone thats carefull,
Who will handle it with love,
Garden it with warmth,
When young roses arrive,
They will be a symbol to survive,
To love,romance and to keep alive,
Roses are passed alive not a bunch when cut