When a rose is not being looked after
The rose will slowly dry
When love starts to be forgotten
The love will slowly die.
When a rose pricks you
It doesn’t hurt for long
When love breaks your heart
The pain is too strong.
When a rose starts to open
It has a beautiful smell
When love starts to grow
It feels like heaven and not hell.
When too many raindrops fall upon the rose
It will eventually destroy its existence
When love is washed with unhappy tears
It will gradually keep a far distance
Copyright © 2005 Sonila Reka