YOURSELF.
Red roses
This morning I tap again the door of your heart.
Together with the sun smile and break a roses
Decorated dewdrops.
Like an angel of yourselves manifests in the flower.
Offers honey affection.
Your body is never lost.
Even though your camera age is getting bigger.
The scent of your petals keeps pitching.
You're like an orange rose.
Under the sun.
You look fascinating.
Your fragrant spreads meaning.
Dismissed the sorrow, delivered happy.
No doubt the whole universe for silence adores.