You're like angels, so beautiful, it makes me crynAll my dreams of you rain down from the weeping skynnLike roses you flourish in my heart and hurt with your thornnFlowers die in the cold, turn to gold, to be rebornnnYou're deeper than all oceansnYour sighing sounds so sweet, even when you sleepnSilently beats my heart with addictive smartnnFire in paradise mirrors in my eyesnRoses of red flower in my headnRoses smell so sweet till they start to weepnnYou're passion, you take me high and make me crynYou're protagonist in all love poemsnnYou're sin, chill on my skinnMy heartbeat is your voice, i have no choicenWhen your arrow hits my heart the roses start to burn