rose rose

this poem is based on how my love life was so good but then every thing starts to crummble down. but also telling my self not to give up on love.

rose roes how beautiful are you? i watch you bloom in the morning mist dew. your pettels are res like the blood in my vains. hoping to find love and no pain. rose rose, how hurt are you? you had every one trampel on you, your pettles turnd from red to black knowing you cant get love back. rose rose don't give up on love. it could be under your nose or up above. just so you know we will make it though. just like you ever bloom.