Rose

Rose
a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

It's not just a flower,
Oh, dear desire,
Its symbol of love,
For you to admire.

Each Petal says,
That I love you,
Each petal conveys,
My thoughts for you.

Do you know my love,
Why this rose is red,
That's the colour of my blood,
Which for you I can shed.

Hold it near to your heart,
Be sure it is frail,
And if you won't protect it,
It's sure I'll fail.

Hold me, my love,
With all your power,
As dewdrops are held,
In petals of flowers.