There is a pink
who hails heaven their freedom
but is chained
to hearts that always retain
and make virtue
the livelihood of the passions
roses that try to defend their status
with thorns vindictive
They know that they will make
the memory of each forgotten kiss
and find pain
the pleasure of its sharp caresses
and silence
The fresh scent that recreate their presence
red roses
charm of spring
each of dreams
where do I get reborn
I want to become a feeling without words
free you to grow in the garden of my wishlist
you get captured my soul
between the lips smooth petals born
Discover me the world that made me love
with a simple look
with a single word
red Rose
red rose