Rose


Dear red Rose,
Your fragrance attracts my soul,
I slowly reach to you,
Admiring your beauty at the first sight,
So lost in the colour,
My hand slightly touch you,
But just like your colour,
a drop of my blood fell down,
Yet your thorns can’t stop me,
from making you mine.
I promise I will not let you die,
My love shall be your sunshine,
My tears shall be your water.

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