A
red rose;
A
beginning of a relationship
Sweet
and sour
The
blossoms of a love that we all share
The
envy’s of all mankind
The
hatred of the thorns
The
softness of the petals
The
romance which brings two together
The
romance which brings the joy
A
red rose is the cause of this young passer by…
In
a vase it stands so grand and yet so all alone
One
by one the petals fall and dry without a sound
The
love has died and soon forgotten
But
who cares anymore!
The
love will be shared again
By
another blooming rose…
Written: 15.12.1993
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