O my Sweet Red Roses, <br />For ages I've been searching looking <br />For my sweet red roses, <br />Hopping round like a Kangaroo <br />Hoping to fall in love <br />With my sweet red roses. <br /> <br />As I firmly <br />Hold My Sweet Red Roses <br />Nearest Dearest to my heart <br />Like Christ born on Christmas Day <br />Lying in a manger <br />With eyes wide shut, <br />Her face incomparable to entire nature. <br />And as I closely <br />Hold my sweet red roses, <br />To myself, <br />Her wanderlust of holiness <br />Fills me up <br />Ushers me to her depth, <br />And I bear my soul to <br />My sweet red roses. <br /> <br />By day, <br />Her smile gives sunshine <br />Speaking gives life. <br />And by night, <br />Living grabs my love <br />And her very thoughts <br />Gives me hope. <br /> <br />O My Sweet Red Roses <br />Even when unconscious <br />Cannot breath <br />Cannot feel <br />Cannot talk <br />Cannot move nor touch, <br />It is you I shall continue remain loving, <br />Because your loving is in the Heaven's <br />Faithfulness up to the clouds <br />Beautifulness to the white snow. <br /> <br />O My Sweet Red Roses, <br />A thousand times I shall care <br />A million dimes I shall cherish <br />A billion rhymes I shall honor <br />A trillion dines I shall spring, <br />And a zillion miles I shall love <br />My sweet red roses. <br /> <br />O yes, yes, <br />My sweet red roses, <br />Mm yes, yes... <br />My sweet red roses.<br /><br />Francis Julian Zewu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sweet-red-roses/
