Please Reveal This Secret To Me.

How do you walk with roses in your heart, when I know no rose is without thorns? The deep wound must be hurting inside, but the fragrance of roses entices everyone. Your aura, with its large heart beneath it, holds enough love to fill anyone's heart. The dying petals produce the sweetest honey, which dances on the lips with a twinkling smile. I can smell your fragrance in the air, which floats like clouds everywhere. Oh, good heart lady, please reveal this secret to me. How do you walk with roses in your heart?