I love you like a flaming rose
whose heart is flaming red
It reminds me of my passionate heart
Bleeding till its dead
I know now why a flower dies
It knows not how to live a lie
When the day is done
The sun is gone
It says adieu ...and bids goodbye
The petals that's another's hold
Has outreached its scope
To be so bold
That is why my love I cry
Carpe diem and then I die.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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