• My precious ones,
    so brightly coloured.
    My beautiful roses,
    for my eyes only.
    I care for them,
    love them when alone.
    My rose garden,
    holding My cherished ones.
    One starts to wither!
    is it My fault?
    what do I do?
    what have I done?
    My garden slowly dissolves,
    turning to ashes...
    I'm all alone...
    Nothing to love,
    Nothing to love me....