Love is like a red rose


Which grows up with prickles?

Abide thousands drops of rain

And burn with sunlight pain,


Never say anything

Never cry anytime !


At the end when fully grew

It looks much respected,

Everyone likes to see the delight view

No one try to ignore the fragment

And never forget to gaze.

Often inspire toward intensive

Love is also in same process.


May be some obstacle with your union and separation

It is always become entire life….!





Thanks
Sk54

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