Rose of love
Red roses bloom, a symbol of our love so true,
Their fragrance entices, capturing hearts anew,
But roses have thorns, sharp and sly,
Wounding the soul with a single try.
The petals fall, scattered in time,
Memories fade, love lost like a rhyme.
No matter how much I beg and I plead,
You won’t return, ignoring my need.
Was it my fault, or did you change?
Is this the end, are we estranged?