by rusiah bahri
(melaka, malaysia)
roses are red,
the thorn I hate,
roses bloom wildly,
the smell so lovely.
I missed the roses,
behind the bushes.
roses are in varieties, and colours,
to show my lovingness.
oh my dear,
you are like roses in sheer.
I'll love roses forever,
as I love you everafter.
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