Roses

A boquet of roses are pressed behind my back
For you, I have gathered what many lack
A heart of stone, engraved lies your name
A love so boundless, I cannot contain
Eyes that can see what many cannot
A finder of treasures this old world forgot
Eyes that have spotted, amongst this sorrow
An angel, a saint whose wings angel borrow...


Someone plase tell me how i should finish it...i feel like its not complete.

Hmmm... I don't know whether you will like this or not, but i'l give it a try.

Eyes that have spotted, amongst this sorrow
An angel, a saint whose wings angel borrow
A myriad of colours, hidden in depths
secret and silent, forever to be kept.

I don't really like the last line but if it helped let me know.