What am I? Do I dare tell? Could I lie?
I am something beautiful and true.
I could be someone, a woman, fair and loyal to you.
I have been held my many, many hands
I have travelled across many strange and wonderful lands.
I have been held by men over thousands of years,
And yet have I survived by storms, rain and tears.

From kings to Phantoms, from Beasts to sheiks,
I have been given to these: both to the handsome and strong,
crippled and weak.
I care not for money, nor pride nor even looks,
To those hat hold me, I am an open book.
I am with others, and yet |I have been alone.
To the one that holds me, I always find my way home.

Break me with the sword and burn me with fire,
I am still loved by God and coveted by men with much desire.
Cut me down and I cannot live,
But take care of me, love me, and much love will I give.

From the forests of England to the mountains of Spain,
I give love to many but I also share pain.
Some may say I am a woman, or just a simple flower.
Some may say I enchant men with strange and wonderful power.
What am I? Do you not know?
With water from the soul and love from the heart will I grow.

Do you still not know? Have you not guessed?
Of what I am, that which to you I must confess.
Beauty and love I do not lack.
Myself, I give to you and hold nothing back.
To the many who have sorrows and woes,
Do not be sad, for now I tell you: I am a Rose.