If I was a rose you would pick me for your love.
She would place me to her crystal vase
that would be my new home,
that would be a beautiful place.
I would feel like a princess…No.
I would feel like the queen of all flowers.
But I am just a simple flower weak and innocent.
I don’t have any prickles, and barely any scent.
I’m not fit for a princess nor a queen, I suppose…
But I am here.
Shining like a little lamp and I will not wilt,
not that quickly like the rose.