A ROSE WITH NO THORNS

Held you in my arms when you were small,
never wanted to let go and let you grow tall,
you hugged me tight every time I cried,
couldn't let go,  no matter how hard I tried.

You gave me a rose, said I could hold on tight,
cause there's no thorns that would pick a fight,
each time I held it, I had no fear of losing you so,
especially when you told me, you love me so.

Yana Petkov
4th February 2005