A rose smiles wide,
On his petals when the moonlight slides,
Staring at the white ball, the rose gives a sigh,
To reach his love, there's no option but to fly.
Hah.! The bitter truth is realized piercing like a spear,
Reality strikes in, so severe.
To fly, it can do just in its dreams,
Pfffff, even the lightest of vibrations dont reach the moon when it screams.
But far away, the moon smiles wide,
It knows that the scent of the rose will always, in its name, ride.
Many like these roses live and die,
Moon hiding its pain behind its shining smile, gives a helpless sigh.