Remember when I would offer you a rose, <br />you would consider it as the precious gift of love, <br />When you would smell the rose and fondly smile, <br />I would be intoxicated with the sweet fragrance of your love. <br /> <br />On those dreary winter days when you would be away, <br />my heart would be lonely with the misery of separation, <br />I would feel the like rose bushes stranded in snow, <br />where all the leaves were parting one by one. <br /> <br />Somewhere in the tenderness and softness of the rose petals, <br />lies my delicate and innocent love, <br />sometimes the thorns pick and hurt, <br />sometime love is full of fear, sometimes it hurts. <br /> <br />Everlasting beauty of the rose remains in my heart, <br />even when the rose blossoms, fades and withers, <br />My love is immortal like rose, <br />which never dies in the heart as I love you so much.<br /><br />Jay P Narain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/r-o-s-e/
