Pink roses,

I feel you. The soft sensitive touch of your petals.

I embrase you. Its such a dissapointment that I cannot see you.

The earth cries for you, desires you. But you are so few.

Deserted and wasted we have given up on you.

For my part I do not go against you.

In fact I tried to save you.

I love you.

He loves me.

I remember when I first met you.

My fingers adorned, mingling with your delicacy.

A smile grazed upon my lips.

Satisfaction.

Why have you left us?

A gift of love.

Representation of our courtship.

A solution to a bad breakup?

I cannot get you mistaken with your Big Brother.

Red Roses.

Dark is its pain..

Love is its game.

Fervently I yearn only for you..