My Rose...

gift you a rose, , gift you my rose.... but my rose to you, is not like any rose in this world... a rose drunk from my tears... a rose that i take care about it by my soul... a rose gave it a water by my blood... and perfumed it by my love.... my rose to you, is not like an roses... its color not like any colors... its not a red... and its not a white... even not a yellow... its color pick up from the suns` yellow color.. and mix from the seas` blue color... and from my bloods` drops.. and from my tears... so.. its color was mixed with my sadness and my love... my rose to you, is not like any roses... its perfume is not like any perfume.. its a mix between a loves` nectar... and many of kindness, and honesty love... my rose to you, is not like any roses... raised inside my heart... and takes a warm light, from my eyes` light... and its food, from the hope, that we always wish... and from our future, which will gather us to each others one day... so please accept and take my rose...