Traces of the red, show us the love
The roses make the surrounding beautiful
Beneath them present are the thrones, cruel.
But why can't we look below the beautiful sight, they stood.
To protect the love from harm.
To maintain the flower's charm.
Love relations only stay when they are understood.
Those thrones maybe disgraced by most,
What they never found has been lost
Proving their love and being that close
A thing called 'useless' by people are safeguards of the rose.
*Bright colors, turn on the darkness
Blinding the people due to effulgence.