The Beautiful Rose

A beautiful rose With crimson petals Bloomed in In the back yard She laughs and plays Under the rays The wind caresses Her face, the rain Washes her dirt And makes her bright Aesthetic sight Worthy to be put In the memory Of the hard disk The story is not so simple It has twists and turns Yet to get the climax Before comes to an end The cruel tale unfolds The owner of the rose Is type of Romeo With colourful wishes Better He knows How should end a love story So He sends A man of his gang Very obedient With apparently cruel But artistic hands Me, the gardener A mere caretaker Beg for mercy But I am told He has a better place To keep a beautiful rose With a pretension Of cough and cold His man comes Spreads his hand And plucks the rose Before reaching the climax Keeping the promises she shows And walking down the miles of the roads, this story ends in a tragedy In a folder of the hard disk He leaves for me only a tearful memory.