A woman is like a flower She blossoms into a spectacular image Tell her you love her, she will glisten with gold Do mean what u say to her, she will walk tall Water the pink rose pluck out the old dry leaves Cut out the dead stems and roots It will flourish for long Cut one for the one you love, it will perfume your world Your world her world, in that circle is a glowing ball Crystal ball you both hold in your hands The precious stone that you both protect It will fall and rupture right before your eyes That is letting your flower wither That is letting your rose dry up and shrink That is like letting your dove out of its cage to fly away…..