Roses are red and so is blood
One says love & other brings destroying flood
Flavor is sweet and fragrance is mild
If try to plug.. the throwns would turn wild
Everybody loves rose.. specifically the red one
But they throw it away once it dries and are undone..
When they cage it in cold it may look fine
Unnoticed will be its loosing color & shine
The lovers keeps them secured in a book
Which is hidden under their bed
Did they never understood...
The moment they plugged it... The Rose was dead
Now read it all over in another blink
Cause it isn't the Rose you think...
