MY ROSE


Rose!  the prettiest of all the flowers.

Sweet Rose, more beautiful in the garden of the earth.

Fairest among a thousand.

Always the best and the rarest.

The most bless led of all flowers.


How bad have you become? 

How stinking savoured? 

Cos you're got no heart

No soul to abhor love


I've found another yet better,

The best among all rose.

She is positively lovely,

Superlatively, she is the loveliest.




I need to pull the rose, petal by petal

And lay it in the jar of memory.

For she satisfied my highest taste

To the fullest.



Though my speech cannot convey 

The loving messages.

My heart can survey.

And that which makes me a Man.

Distinct from all others,

Which my alone has!