Love they say ain't bed of roses
But u rode me deep in love like movements of thousand horses
He who ride an horse inside of me when the love sharks will never stumble
Now love is indeed bed of thorny roses filled with its own trouble.

The stem of roses are filled with thorns
The branches of love are filled with pains
Thorns are hidden because we focus on the roses
My pains you do not see because you focus on my smilings.