Rose.

Rose, oh Rose
How can I forget, if forgetting has already forgotten me?
The poetry that your lips emitted when rubbing against mine was the dew of the wonder that delights the observer.
Rose, if you only knew how clumsy I am!
How has bear compared your imminent beauty, with simplicity?
If you could understand the suffering of my repressed heart. If I could be close to your beautiful lips again; Rose did not understand the pain until your gaze crossed with me, I did not understand love until your lips tasted.
Let me sleep in your beauty, and if you refuse then let me die.
Because for me the world does not exist without you.