Looking at the red bloomed
Rose,
Standing tall in the lawn,
Reminds me of your smiling
face,
In the crowds of people walking
by,
As I walked close to the Rose,
Felt as though, walking towards
you,
My fingers feeling every petal,
Seemed like the smoothness of
you,
I
held the Rose in my hand,
As
if holding your face,
And
giving a gentle kiss –
Saying:
I’ll always love you
Suddenly a thorn pricked my
finger,
Showing me where I am,
Though you are close to me,
Yet far away from me
There are some
Who look at you and marvel “Oh!
What a beauty,”
There are some
Who make their way and take
delight in touching you,
There are some
Who come so close that they want every breathe
of your scent,
There are some who wants every
part of you,
I turn to them and say:
She is mine, she is mine,
She
is my only sweetheart…
I
held the Rose in my hand,
As
if holding your face,
And
giving a gentle kiss – Saying: I’ll always love you
