My thoughts turn to thee as the bud of a rose searches for every ray of sun that it may bloom into full beauty.
One petal opens as I think of the moment that I first saw you, I was trying not to stare.
Another petal opens as my hand intertwines with yours; wrapping together the feelings of each moment one by one that I get to spend with you.
As the sun continues to rise and reaches the rose each petal blossoms into full growth so that one may pass it on to the one he cares so deeply for that only a rose can stand as the symbol of his heart.
