The Blooming Rose and Me

I am growing like a blooming rose.

I can see the hope in its petals.

The innocence of the red color is screaming –“As long as I am, I will be”.

I know that the rose will never wilt or die.

As my life may grow backwards, I shall become strong.

I shall be dependent on only one.

That one will be me.

I may rise with my petals high.

I do not dream to be a pick of the patch, but I am just as beautiful as the rest.

I will never be a lonely soul but shall always stand as ONE