Roses

When two roses grow together,
There will, no doubt, be thorns.
But trim them down
And work around.
That's how love is born.

Loving you with all my heart
Is hard as hard can be.
But with love so strong as this,
It is no hardship to me.

You love me and I love you,
Together, we may fight.
But we will always be there
Through every day and night.

The good times are the roses.
The not so good are thorns.
Lets trim them down
And work around
And see more roses born.