The perfect petals, golden blue,
It's gentle form floats upon the gentle waves,
It shines for you.
The golden oasis, with perfect hues,
Shall stand around the desert rose for all it's days,
It grows for you.
You pick it up,your rosen treasure,
Your flawless prize,
Your beauty through thorns,
The form that hsall always remain imperfect,
within it's soul.
The desert rose,
It calls for you,
Your beauty of thorns,
The form that shall always remain imperfect within it's soul.