The Rose of Love
Where does the love born?
Love is inherent from heart.
Like the gaze of red rosiest bloom.
When bright red rosiest has bud ,
Those rosiest is dreaming to bloom.
The rosiest is such a pride,
Like it gives affection in light of bright.
Butterflies above a rose,
Rise so brightly as it grows.
Deep within of prism red,
Rose of sharon , as it bless.
When I lie upon my pensive mood,
Roses were flushes in my inward eye,
Of bliss of solitude.
When a rosiest is died,
It provide us remainder of love dies.
When the red rose is bloom in a day,
As the love of shinning in sun rays.