Like a bud
That hasn’t seen the light,
I will protect your life
Until I go into the night.
Your petals, I’ll wash
With loving care.
I will give you the sun.
I will give you the air.
Your stem, I’ll trim
To keep thorns at bay.
I will not let them
Get in your way.
Your roots, I’ll feed
With the finest food;
This I’ll do because of you.
And if leaves do happen,
I’ll wash them too.
I will take good
Care of you,
Until all will see
A rose.
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