A Beautiful Rose

She is a beautiful rose, and she doesn't even know it. Her eyes are like stars that twinkle in the sky, and when she smiles, I can feel her sunshine. She doesn't laugh enough; she cries too much short miniskirts and a lot of make-up, she hides behind a mask of pretending and make-believe, her mind is in a fog; it’s hard for her to see. The question she asks, "Could you love me for me?" I love you for who you are, and what you will be. No matter what happens in the present or what the future holds, you always be my beautiful rose.