"Roses are red, Violets are blue
My feelings like Gold
Is forever true for you"
The words mimicked in the air
As they sat facing
The truth at the table's end
It was the end, yet a beginning
The lights grew dim , the radiance gleamed
A drop kissed the brimming cup
And she drank it all
True, It was a beginning.
Like the realization after a mistake
A sense of relief
rested in her heart
The mist cleared away
And she saw him slipping
into oblivion
turning into a bleak memory
Resting in tranquility
She held the golden rose
Pinned it carefully on her scarf.
"Roses are red ,Violets are blue
I wish I could be
True to you"
But it was another day today
Someone sat at the tables end
Trying to read his fate
In her dancing eyes
And it was the golden rose
That gleamed in her cheeks
No, she dared not to repeat
The mistake again
This one seemed more elite
Than the last one.
“Roses are red Violets are Blue
I will try my best
To be true to you”
She said, he sighed.
