A long time ago at my mother's knee. She said, someday someone who loves you. Will make you cry. Though he loves you he'll hurt you. Till you feel you could die. When you're looking for roses. There are thorns you will meet. And remember my child. Without any thorns the rose can't be sweet. Well it's finally happened. Now it's my turn to cry. Oh my darling you've hurt me. Till I feel I could die. But you're saying forgive me. And I understand Don't tell me about heartache I've cried my share of tears. I've had my share of rain. But after the storm, a rainbow will appear. I just know when you hold me. My whole world is complete.
And the lesson is clear Without any thorns the rose can't be sweet