My Memory Of Red Roses And Love Letter Of My Youth

When I see red roses I remind of bloody sunsets That is frozen in green field I see those petals like tongues Burning like flames under pressure Its passion cannot explained in words And its smell like fresh wind from the East I envy with star and love it the most Each beauty is sealed like love letter From a boyhood and girlhood of neighbors Where love sticker is the seal on the letter And a pair of chocolate adorn with a rose I see this memory once my youth of prime The experience of love letter and love itself.