U…Swthrt R the Red Rose…

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