I’m in a garden surrounded by roses;
There is a special rose which I have named Mary.
A red rose that reminds me of your lips.
Every detail, each petal touching one another.
The texture and softness, the fragrance and natural freshness.
Its illogical but understandable form of developing petals simply amazes me.
Its beauty, its nature, its everything reminds me of you.
My red rose, the reason of my smile, the axis of my universe.