I found a field of roses,
so you can have one everyday,
and no one would ever think,
to take any of them away.
I watch the heaven's change colors,
to match the beauty of you,
it still doesnt compare,
it has alot more work to do.
Your eyes remind me of a sky,
on a hot summer's day,
together we could reach for stars,
that are so far away.
You could warm me up by holding my hand,
on a cold winter's night,
and me holding your hand,
will scare off all the fright.
You smell more stunning,
than a field of roses,
the feeling is so soft,
as we stick them to our noses.
No one really knows,
how the field grew,
the beauty and cleanliness,
of being brand new.
Holding roses by the stem,
being careful for the thorn,
God overdid himself,
the day you were born.