The Rose I and You

The rains from heaven lashing down

The winds blowing gently around

The noisy sea remained calm

When you held a rose

Given you in your hands

And never threw away

Despite its thorny edges and ends

Its thorny edges you broke

In order to embrace

This rose I am

The rose you are

My rose you have

My rose your rose

Your rose I am

Pure I will be

When on me you fall

Tough I will become

When tossed by your winds

Yet in the calm seas I will be

Swimming with you.