It seems that you already knew
when you gave me the roses.
It seems that you already felt
when you cut from the rosebush.
Our love was like those roses that you gave me,
Already grown in the rosebush
is red passion
Delicate as our fights
and
if cut has expiration date.
Our love is like the roses you gave me,
At first fascination
but
when you least expect…
it dies.