I LOVE HER TOO MUCH. SHE IS MY ROSE. THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ONE. |
ROSE TO MY ROSE When the sun was yawning in the east I passed a garden full of roses So beautiful it was, full of roses Sun was showering them with it’s rays Drenched in the first rays from east, Every rose was sparkling like a gem I entered the garden, full of life Full of joy, devoid of thought Joy and life had filled me completely Thought had no space for it All of a sudden, I saw a rose Among the others, it was another Most beautiful and blossoming it was It reminded me of something Of some one equally beautiful I plucked it softly, took it in to me Through the paths of eyes and nose Mind was filled with the beauty and fragrance Mind became a garden, and there came the beautiful one Drenched in the fragrance of rose, smiling gaily I left, rose in my hand, eyes, breaths and mind I knocked her door, god was knocking my heart She opened the door and smiled I offered her the rose, trembling were my hand and heart She took it still smiling How beautiful it is, she said and kissed it with her soft lips So sweet it is, but why to me, she asked I shied and remained silent for a moment Then my heart spoke and her heart heard It was the most beautiful one, I could find So, it only deserved you Like you it was, live with you it will It is the rose to my Rose. |