Isn’t it amazing,
How the rose wants to be red forever,
Till the time she could?
To please the eyes of her lovers,
To feed the greed of those hands,
that wants to hold her and touch her,
And the lust of the lips that wants to kiss her ,
And the neediness of the heart that wants to keep her.
But eventually, she dries up anyway.
Leaving nothing but lifeless petals behind.
Though she wants to stay, she has to go.
And I knew it all along, you were that Beautiful rose.