ROSE

A rose for the rose, And a wish, That wherever she goes, Joys be her mate, And mine becomes-- All her woes. May this rose bloom forever, May it never wither, And its a prayer to god, That, come what may -- This Rose --- Never faces the odds. Roses come with thorns, But it's a wish from heart, This Rose never has one, Whoever gets this Rose, May his life fill with fragrance, And brighter tomorrows. Rose is a Rose, She will never have foes, And even if there be any, This friend will be fighting, To see them vanish, Like stars vanish with sunrise.