a tale of two roses

two roses red and white
dancing in a breezy night
rhe red one shed its prickly thorns
to be in its company’s arms

the white one as just as pretty
but its love was brotherly
sad it made the scarlet flower
as gloom and tears started shower

so in love the red one cries
weeps in affection until it dies
why can’t the other realise
the affection of it in its deep eyes

how good they look when together
in sunshine, rain and stormy weather
how they clasped each other strong
how can this feeling be so wrong?