Thursday, April 29, 2010


That Red rose
Still lasts unfaded
Fresh against the fallacy
of poisonous Love
Fresh with Perspiration blobs
like untouched dew
Was not a gratuitous gift
but a Birthday one
I grasped it , for it was
the first and last ,
when I recieved it
The rose , Red rose , was smelling love
gravitated me to you.
Perhaps .......
the Red roses on birthday cards
never fade !