MY DEAREST

Do you remember the day I said you are the rose I dreamed about That I did not like it so I did not pluck it It was because I loved it I so incessantly watered it with custody And dearest you left insects in a garboil But I killed the flower Because of too much water I'm worried love is a violence For you thought you are a rose blooming red You dropped your mind Leaving your head void And so my dearest With beatiful eyes but a blind mind Who will you blame for your insanity For all this anger was once love.