I and my Rose

Talk to me, my Rose
A rose with grief of whom roses wondered
O fragrances of the past! Meet my attendance and come back
Breathe my sadness and live my dreams
Do days come back to tell the hub best wishes
I wonder which roses did not whisper in heart a tenderness!
Or did not replace with me the distance and absence fire
Scattered, Rose on the pages of my thoughts
Asked me, its leaflets: where're the wishes which passed
Where're love and infatuation
Where is that who was yesterday here?
And now became a thing of the past
Rose! You're the witness of my love
You're the one who sings with meeting breezes every time
Among those orchards and fragrant Basil
Who used to whisper in my sense
And perfume the universe with fragrant breath
Don't you dry up Rose and don't wither
Don't blame me, I'm nothing but a human remains
Played with my heart, that treachery and betrayal
I ratified promises and built palaces of dreams
They were nothing but an illusion and deception
Let's gather shreds of my heart, Rose!
And brush the tears and heal wounds of despair

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