• Waiting for the summer to come
    is like a blooming rose but unlike some
    this rose is the most beautiful but very slow
    because it's waiting for that someone to make it grow.
    This someone is special, of couse u can tell
    because i'm that rose whose waiting for him as well.
    He is my summer he is my joy
    he is the most wonderful of boys.
    But until then i must wait
    until my summer comes to the gate
    of my heart. heart