Rose

Wandering in my world, in the famous love stories all over the planet, your rosarian name -queen of flowers - is rare. You are leaving a special life. In my dreams I am murmuring your name, an angel has whispered this glorious name in my ears....please don't hide yourself in stanzas neither in poets lines....please tell me where I can find you. In your sublime own life, you are singing your own anthems in your particular manner....please tell me who you are... why should you be my flower? Nobody can learn your language, but I have. Your signs are pregnant of meanings, but they are mysteries to others.....why I am the only decipher of this ancient language. Rose! your dances in windy times have teached artist to paint, your colour gives love meaning ... Mother nature this is your son only demand, offer me this pretty rose and I will be your slave forever.