The red bright roses,
Were laid in rows,
Giving relief to the hearts,
Full of stormy woes.
The great legendary poets,
Find beauty in all the blossoms but
When it comes to revealing their love
To the Juliet of their lives,
They seek the scent of love only in roses.
When the partners betray their love,
The honorable poets find the thorns on the stems of roses pricking their eyes but most importantly it pricks their crying heart.
The legendary lovers cry,
" All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, had I not been awake? "
He wished to blame himself for the pain smoldering in his chest,
He wished he could blame the betrayer for the rest,
But unfortunately he had no one to blame but himself,
He was the one to allow his heart to hope at the very depth,
He wished, cried and weeped ,
That only if he had never allowed his heart to throb for the one who cheated him and he's love.
The world consoled him,
Looked directly into his eyes,
But couldn't get a glimpse of the pain adeep.
He was about to turn
Until his childhood love arrived
Of whom he could get a sight at a distance two hills down running and thrashing her arms against the blowing wind,
Crossing the river and the bright yellow flowery meadows.
He could see her tears flying past,
And there she was,
The dying hope awakened again...❤