Will you still love me?
When I seem full of thorns,
A rose that has become frail.
Will you cherish me with love
Without being fail.
When life is bit stormy,
With a burden to yeild..
Will you be my saviour,
Your love being the sheild.
When metaphors run...
A rose that has become frail.
Will you cherish me with love
Without being fail.
When life is bit stormy,
With a burden to yeild..
Will you be my saviour,
Your love being the sheild.
When metaphors run...