Love Is A Rose To Me

John Waite

Love is a rose to me

Growin' desperate and I'm desperately

Reliving memories

For love is a rose

And when you look at me

There's no one that I would rather see

You make me feel complete

For love is a rose

Love is a rose to me

Picked and pressed in books of poetry

Young lovers never see that love is a rose

Love is a rose to me