Rose

Remember when I would offer you a rose, you would consider it as the precious gift of love, When you would smell the rose and fondly smile, I would be intoxicated with the sweet fragrance of your love. On those dreary winter days when you would be away, my heart would be lonely with the misery of separation, I would feel the like rose bushes stranded in snow, where all the leaves were parting one by one. Somewhere in the tenderness and softness of the rose petals, lies my delicate and innocent love, sometimes the thorns pick and hurt, sometime love is full of fear, sometimes it hurts. Everlasting beauty of the rose remains in my heart, even when the rose blossoms, fade and wither, My love is immortal like rose, which never dies in the heart as I love you so much.