Thursday, November 20, 2008

Red Rose


Let me be a red rose.
God's wonderful creation.
I wear those thorns on my sleeves,
I am my own protection.

I get handed over,
My destiny to move on.
from one lover to another,
what a reason to be born.

I must be sent from above.
Despite being so spiteful,
I am the trade of love.
They say I'm beautiful.

Are you my keeper?
I seek for one.
I am a great lover,
if you're the one.

If you keep me in your book,
and leave me to go dry,
my essence refuse to live on.
I will not be lonely.

Keep me in water,
and I'll stay alive.
I wont be forever,
so lets not waste time.

I am truly yours,
with no regrets.
When the reds all fall,
Please Don't forget.

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