ROSE WRITES....

" Dear BELOVED,
Its nice to know weather changes,
The seasons? They too change
Just like days on my calendar does.

Now to then,
The dawn to dusk,
Present to past,
This letter that u received will be the last....

LAST ? WHY LAST? because
love,my dear love it pains to know that u too have changed....

I saw u throw away my ROSE,
you actually dint throw away that flower,
But you did throw me,this ROSE.