Why would I stop and just give up?
To own you is not my goal.
Why would I hate a rose just because of the thorns it has?
While without them, it'll be too weak and defenseless.
I'll take the pain from the thorns as a lesson.
But why would I leave a rose, just because of my own carelessness?
Pain will vanish, but the thorns won't.
And would that be enough to give up?
How could you love a rose, if you only dare to touch it after the thorns are removed?
That's why, in time I'll learn how to make you shine.
a poem that should have been made before 'Rose'
To own you is not my goal.
Why would I hate a rose just because of the thorns it has?
While without them, it'll be too weak and defenseless.
I'll take the pain from the thorns as a lesson.
But why would I leave a rose, just because of my own carelessness?
Pain will vanish, but the thorns won't.
And would that be enough to give up?
How could you love a rose, if you only dare to touch it after the thorns are removed?
That's why, in time I'll learn how to make you shine.
a poem that should have been made before 'Rose'
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