Silver thorns...
Protruding from the stems...
Holding close...
The precious rose...
Upon its very strength...
Sucking every drop...
Of red blood...
To colour its face...
And what to say...
The colour red...
Consoles heart's embrace...
On love day....
Gifting away...
Blood of those silvery thorns....
In every petal trace...
The faded emotions light up...
Through red rose pretty face...
(Image source: Google Images)
