THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND YOU When I hold a rose, I see the soft, velvety petal sand smile, because tucked between those precious petals is a special gift -the one of a fragrance, pure and sweet. When you hold a rose, you see the thorns along the stem, and you frown because those thorn scan bring you pain and cause you to bleed. I see the gift. You see the tragedy. More and more fear that one of these days someone will hand me a Roseland all I will Zaire thorns. Talk about tragedy.

Falling For You