The rose that hasn't been through the pain of being plucked is the rose I intend to grow with you my love
Wistfully I willed, and kissed your hands
In the clear pale light; the shineth above
the moonlight gleaming in the dusky dawn
Shining before the light and wonder,
Laid by a passion in the eyes' sake,
Yet, like that point of flash from thunder,
Across my soul a white mist of day. #Love#English#Rose#writer#roseday#HappyRoseDay#nojohindi#roseday2023