Our love is not from petals born
the rose might bloom a day or three
though lovely it still carry thorns
while lust is prickly strength is key,
cause passion can be fragile, snap
and wither like like a bough in fall.
The house of roses is a trap —
we need mortar, bricks to build a wall.
Our love should be a fortress, strong
to stand against both hail and storm,
a place of comfort can’t be wrong
this hearth of love will keep us warm.
With that why not some classic 80’s rock