She stands in the pot as a soldier in the army
She shoots out her bud as though she was excited
To show me her stock, her leaves and her petals white
Every morning as I look upon her beauty
she blossoms, as you can see she's happy
What can I say, she's marvelously bright!
But oh! What happened, what happened !
That my colourful, flowery rose is now darkened?
She has lost her petals, where's her beauty?
Who should desire to do this to me
It may be the night that was dark and stormy
Woe to the one who'd take my rose away...
YOU ARE READING
my unpredictable rose
Poetrywhen life seems to be perfect...something or someone is always present to click the spoil button and there's regret and all other feelings relating to anger...
