Beautiful roses,
They should be left 'pon the end of shrubs,
Bright red roses in cheap plastic  tubs.
Blessing the garden with living love.
The gardens ablaze,
a rainbow of colours alive.
The leaves on the roses are shiny and brown,
With hints of golden pleasure parks.
Rustic smiles of roses,
as they're bathing in the autumn sun.
The petals have fallen but still the naked plants bask.
The wine kisses with amnesia.
Let once was love be forgot.
(c) Livvi