An Art Very Few Possess.

How do you walk, with roses in your heart? When I know no rose is without the thorns. The deep wound must be hurting inside, Yet the fragrance of rose entices everyone. The aura you wear with your large heart. How you deal with love to fill anyone's heart? The dying petals make the sweetest honey How you keep a twinkling smile with dances on the lips? I feel your scent in the air, hovering like clouds, everywhere. Oh good heart lady, please reveal this secret to me, how do you walk with roses in your heart?