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My sweetheart must be a rose.

Because when I first saw her smile

she looked as if she had just blossomed.

And like the sun when I come around

she opens up to show me her petals.



My sweetheart must be a rose.

Just like on early summer mornings

everyone wants to be her butterfly

and when it rains on her garden

well everydrop is glad that it found her.



My sweetheart must be a rose.

When I kept her wonderful fragrance,

I knew, she just had to be a rose

because her beauty skips on my mind

like a broken record that plays me.



My sweetheart must be a rose.

Because just like a rose, she has thorns.

If I hold her gentle then she'll be theived;

if I hold her tight then I'll bleed.

My sweetheart must be a rose!