Your smiles, your pearly whites
Your words, ah the delight!
Like Red roses,
gorgeous to see
Hidden thorns, ugly glee


Why then admire,
Why then touch?
Why bother? When it draws fresh blood?
The pain though not immense,
hurts the heart, oh the Heart!


Why then admire?
Why then touch?
Why bother? When it draws fresh blood?


Cause a gardener I am,
and dear plant, you're my friend.


That's why I admire,
that's why I touch.
That's why I bother,
though it sometimes hurts the heart.


Because I believe. Oh yes i do.
That one day you would bloom
One day, one day soon
A day in a bride's loving hands,
lovely and beautiful,
with no more thorns pricking,
No More, amen.